Monday, April 26, 2010

Writing About My Life

When my life doesn't consist of classes, it usually includes watching my roommate's boyfriend play Zelda and arguing over whether I'd be able to beat the game (he claims he's playing through Windwaker so that he can help me whenever I get my butt around to actually playing), prancing through the hallway and visiting all my friends systematically to escape homework, and listening to '90s music, dragging my roommate through four seasons of Doctor Who, lunch at 1 o'clock and dinner at 5:30.
Sometimes there are fantastic weekends with day-long festivals on the quad and over-tired giggling until 3 in the morning. Caring for/laughing at drunken friends, yelling at people from the third floor windows and resolutely ignoring the list of things that need to be done until Sunday evening after dinner.



Other times there are boring days full of class, and facebook, and Mario Kart. Sure, those aren't the days I'll remember but they're good nonetheless.
This coming week, preparing for finals and thinking about going home, while trying to ignore the fact it means leaving friends.
Preparing for finals and thinking about going home, while trying to ignore the excitement of seeing old friends.
Looking around the campus and realizing that the correct decision was made, and thinking about the next three years.
Looking around the room and wondering how in the hell all this junk got in in one trip, and how the hell it's all going to get out.

I love my life.
Here comes summer.


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

2 Weeks Exactly



we're quiet on the ride,
we're all just waiting to get home
another week away, my greatest fear
i need the smell of summer,
i need its noises in my ears

[brand new - i will play my game beneath the spin light]

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Springtime in Albany



may your heart always be joyful
may your song always be sung
may you stay forever young

[Bob Dylan]

Friday, April 2, 2010