Chewing Gum & Graphite.

Had my one real final today. And now I’m halfway done with college. Bizarre, bizarre, bizarre.

So, a Steak ‘n Shake just opened in New York. The other night I went there with Honda and Jack, and got a steakburger (with fries) and a chocolate shake. I somehow managed to eat the entire massive burger, all of the fries, and maybe a third of the milkshake before I felt like my stomach was going to stage a mutiny against the rest of my body. The food was all awesome, but on the subway ride back, I kept getting horrible I’ve-eaten-way-way-too-much stabs of pain in my stomach. By the time we got home, I felt relatively normal again, wondering how they get away with charging so little for so much food. I took a shower, went to sleep, and then woke up at five in the morning unable to catch my breath with a stomachache (or maybe it was more just a general feeling of nausea than a stomachache). Confused and nervous, I walked around a bit in my dark room, got some water, and sat in my bed wondering what the fuck was going on. A couple times I tried to lay back down but that made me feel more awful than sitting up did. Eventually, I managed to fall back asleep and when I woke up again I felt fine. I have no idea if these events were connected, but it was weird and I am wary. Though it is definitely not going to prevent me from going to Steak ‘n Shake again. That shit was delicious.

train rides and memorizing lines and Words With Friends (and family) and delicious food and I wish I could eat my aunt’s stuffing every single day and psychedelic music and Philadelphia and beautiful weather and Stephen Sondheim and walking and hanging out with Seamus and laughing and Retrospect and AIDS Thrift and procrastinating as usual and trying not to feel weird and sneaking into Gallatin through Tisch to rehearse even though the former is technically closed on Sundays (which was thrilling) and costumes and progress and not wanting it to ever be Monday.

Grown-up things that have happened recently: I got my first paycheck; I used money from that paycheck to buy a plane ticket for myself; and I applied for a credit card, as per my dad’s recommendation.

I’ve felt so strange and irritable lately. There are things that I want to do and should do but I just don’t do them. I don’t know. I like sleeping too much (but I never go to sleep when I should). And I can’t wait until I have my own place to live.

Today I listened to two new albums: Patrick Wolf’s Lupercalia and Beirut’s The Rip Tide. The former was kind of disappointing; I think I prefer the angry, moody Patrick to this sentimental one. It wasn’t bad in the least, but the songs all kind of blended into each other. The Rip Tide, however, was lovely, lovely, lovely. I only wish it lasted longer. 

amandacw:

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and it just feels like, so much has changed, but so much is still the same

this.

I can’t figure out if more things have changed or stayed the same (suffice it to say, I think things, in general, are a hell of a lot better), but it doesn’t really matter; either way, I would never, ever wish to be back in high school.

Usually on Christmas Eve, my parents and I will drive through South Philadelphia (because they go all out down there when it comes to Christmas decorations and it is amazing) listening to Christmas music on the radio and then get cheesesteaks and fries at midnight. This year, we went to the top of Rockefeller Center (which was cold and I felt like such a tourist but it was really cool nonetheless), ate at a strangely empty (but delicious) Italian restaurant in midtown and there was Christmas music playing in the cab that I took back to my dorm, which was nice. Now I am in my dorm by myself listening to Sufjan Stevens’ Christmas songs.

I said bye to Honda earlier because he’s leaving in the morning and his parting words were, “Okay, now get the fuck out of my sight.” Classic Honda.

I love New York, but now that everyone is gone it is lonely and sad and weird and I’m excited to go home. I already miss people and I can’t believe I’m not going to see them for a month. Man, college is so strange.

I got a mysterious text earlier saying, “Hey sarah its dan from Applebees. Thanks for coming out last weekend. Is today your bday?”

I have NO IDEA what this person is talking about. Hahaha. I wonder if it’s purely coincidental that he was trying to text someone with almost the same name as me. I texted him back saying, “I think you might have the wrong Sara. I wasn’t at an Applebee’s last weekend and it’s not my birthday. Hah.” Let’s see if he texts back!