2008, I'll miss you.

You were the gayest. In the best way. 

This new years will be spent with half of my 4 core. Snowstorms in the east prevent Lauren from coming down until tomorrow. This stinks..  Mostly for her because she is the one stuck in CT for New Years Eve. I leave for Portchester in the hour.

In 2009, I plan on just doing. And live.

We out.

Merry Christmas from island named after the bastard son of the king.

Did you know? Santa is from the Island of Staten as well. I met him with Samantha this morning and the guy sounded just like a native. I never knew such a generous person would have come from such a hole like this.. But lo and behold!

I am ashamed to say that I haven't had the holiday spirit this year. I don't know what it is but I've worn my Santa hat once and albeit I spent more than 16 hours in that thing - and even worke up for work in it - that's the only time I wore it. We had our annual potluck and I woke up at 6am for work wearing the dress/outfit I wore the night before. I was also a little drunk still, I think.

Remember when you first went away to college and you kept seeing people from your high school but realized it wasn't them? After time, the reverse is true. Only you also see people from your high school and it IS actually them. And you have to say hi to them, and ask them how they are doing and what are they doing with their lives now. You have to do this for everyone, even your old enemies, and after three days and about 15 people it gets tiring.

But it does feel good to see people from high school and have the same goals you had before. Nope, I did not succumb to fear of being poor.. I still want to act. You're going to business school even though you wanted to sing? I will say that is great but what I really want to say is how bad I feel for you and that I hope you do not end up an old sad person wishing they did something else with their life.

SPEAKING OF CAREER GOALS: I am applying to graduate school. HOW SCARY is that!? I had a mini-panic attack today at my baby cousin's church sing along thing. I have to prepare 4 monologues and get my headshots together all before January 10th. If u seek amy.

I do also need to work on K-Hawk: The Musical.

All said and done, Christmas is still my favorite holiday. And I need to stop procrastinating.

MWAH

There you have it, proof Santa is a guido

If you liked it then you should've put a ring on it.

Reporting from Staten Island, and I have work in Purchase in 4 hours. Could I teleport there in time?

You betcha.

I am now applying to NYU Tisch and The New School for Drama for a MFA in Acting. Wish me luck. I won't need it... I applied for acting programs 4 years ago and failed. This was because I did not want/need it enough. I need to go into it with a completelt different mindset.

January I do a 1-man-1-woman show just because I can.

Last week of the semester. Time to tell the truth.

An All-Prime Low.

A few days ago I thought I was past my prime. Being 21 years old, this is incredibly depressing to realize/think. I was caught up on Facebook checking myself out in old pictures. I mean, how was I NOT at my prime. I mean, I was hot and hanging with the new kids.

Cut to today, and what do I have? a 9cm gash in my leg from vogueing in the mirror and 6 months left of college. Old alone and done-for? Maybe. But I guess this would have been my quarter-life crisis. Arielle said all I need a motorcycle and a younger man.

But I totally realized, I'm sort of the same person. More or less.
Life doesn't always go the way you plan it. But at least you will always have yourself.

Popular and glamourous we love ourselves and no one else.

So I decided that in August I'm moving to Hawaii.

Until then, I have to bulk up my resume as much as possible. So in May, I'll go to bartending school. I'll get as much money as I can working up here and then hop on a plane and pretty much just be home for Christmas.

Rewind to today. I just get home from Orlando Florida. Within 3 hours of being back last night I almost get into a fight with three people. I have a daunting task list of not too many things but just a few really really important things. I have to apply to the New School by Friday so that I don't have to worry about it over the break. The only thing delaying me is my lack of inspiration for my personal statement and my headshot.

I have to decide if I want to go home to decorate the Christmas tree this year. I hate that this season has been haunted by past year's memories. This is my favorite season and I feel emotionally unable to enjoy it for multiple reasons.

Everyone is sick. Including myself.

On a less-than-serious note, I got drunk in Epcot Thursday night and fell in Italy because I thought there was a step there. I had terrible hot chocolate and a flight that was delayed in the air Friday. Flying in circles waiting to land is probably my least favorite thing in the world.

I do not like boats. Or planes. Or driving fast, for that matter. Trains are nice but take too long.

On the more positive note, I enjoy traveling a great deal so I guess my fears/level of uncomfortable won't ever stop me.

This post is a splattering of tangents. Woe.

Life after the party.

It is more than half way through November. I have not updated since Halloween.

My Halloween was an adventure and I traveled to and fro many different places and saw many different things. I also was in bed by 2, and vomiting into a Huggies baby wipe container. The next morning was spent on my bathroom floor. A spot I feel will be a staple of this month.

November, the month I hit rock bottom. The month I otherwise felt the top. The month a black man won the American Presidential election. By a landslide.

My senior project went incredibly well. We sold out, twice, and all my friends and family that mattered were there. The after party was intense. The day after was rough and spent napping with a roll of toilet paper under my head for a pillow. Followed by vomiting in a cup at a diner.

I am currently working on my application for the Acting graduate program at the New School. I had an appointment with Shanaz at 9am, that was cancelled at 8:45am.  I have been having more "Senior Moments" than I can handle. I am having crushes where they do not belong. I am wearing the same thing two days in a row..

But I'm wearing nice-smelling deodorant. And at least I am clean.

I am Lady GaGa.

How to Throw Parties and Impress People.

Four-hour-naps, especially when they're during what should be your Math class, feel very very nice.

I am not sure if I mentioned that I bought an iPhone a while back, but I should mention that it has been the best $200 I have ever spent. There is almost nothing that phone can't do, and texting drunk only gets easier.

This weekend was bit of an adventure. I had nothing in particular planned and everything in particular planned all at once. I saw tons of people and went all over and it was well-rounded.  It took a few unexpected turns and I did a few unexpected things. This paragraph is vague but so was my weekend.

Halloween is this weekend and I have no plans. By "no plans", I mean I cannot decide what to do. It depends on how I feel on Friday, and where I want to strut my Lady GaGa costume. Whose album comes out tomorrow/tonight at 12am. You all should buy it.

The election is next week. Go out and vote.

I'm going to have a glass of wine and do my French homework now.

Bon Week-End.

Kate Nash may write most of my days, but I like to think GaGa might write my nights.

Working at a rate of at least 24 hours a week, in addition to a senior project and being a full-time student I deserve a crazy weekend every once in a while. Last weekend was subpar, unlike the weekend before which was off the 1999 meat-rack.

Did that paragraph make sense? I didn't think so.

I have no idea what is in store for tonight so I am setting my expectations and standards low. Usually a night that starts out like this will result in me dressed up with no place to go in particular, not knowing where anyone is. We shall see.

This blog is such a downer later, I hope the next entry has something NICE to say.

Well I guess there is one thing:

I am myself these days.

Asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate...

Once again Kate Nash sings the story of my life. This week's selection, "We Get On."

It is incredibly interesting how situations can be immensely more fragile than the people involved. In the end it doesn't matter who did it but what was done. Neither person can detect the fragility until it cracks and breaks and there's a realization and the other shoe drops. 

I have had an interesting two weeks.

I am going to write a book. It will be called "How to Throw Parties and Impress People." It will not be a How-To guide but an autobiography about my college life. This will be my claim to fame, by selling this to kids in high school wondering what college is like. Only my book won't really tell them anything besides the fact that I may or may not be out of my mind. (I am.) Then I will release a self-titled album and go to all the cool parties in the real world.

Speaking of the real world, I went home to Staten Island from Sunday morning until this afternoon. My family is really great but being home was weirder than ever. My room isn't my room anymore; they turned it into a laundry room. The lights do not work, and none of my stuff is there. I spent 3 hours looking through old memory boxes and drawers. Picked up some clothing I could wear now and not be embarrassed by. 

On the train home I reflected on this weekend and a few facts hit me harder than I expected. I am not comfortable to publish these on the internet just yet, but I will soon.

I have work at 6am.

I also have reason to believe I was bit by another Lyme Diseased tick. 

That's it.

In the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day.

The picture above is not a photo/graphic of me.

IM'd to me by Al, something he "stumbled upon" it last night and I awoke to it this morning. I guess it's the glasses and the hair but it's a little crazy. And one confusing way to wake up.

I have to wake up even earlier than my 8AM Starbucks shift in order to open the theater for Admissions. I thought after summer, my waking up early for Admissions days were over.. Wrong City. And speaking of work, some may be finding it difficult to keep track of my many jobs. Here is a concise list of jobs I have currently:

- Head Usher for the Performing Arts Center (8hrs/wk)

- Barista for Starbucks (12hrs/wk)

- Community Assistant for Office of Reslife (8+hrs/wk)

- Intern for the Humanities Theater (2hrs/wk)

Got it? Good. Now you'll never be confused. Just me.. I'm probably supposed to be at some shift right now.

I enjoy new friends and photos I have difficulty in remembering.

Despite me being under the weather, Fall Fest was a great success and Wale was Da Bomb. I woke up freezing in my single and was rescued by a trip to Lenny's Bagels with Henry, Lauren, and Adrian. Apparently, the night before I yelled at Adrian... no idea why. Saturday night was Tame Sauce with a side of going to bed early.

Now, hopefully, tomorrow I will be purchasing an iPhone. If my family is generous enough to let me put it on their plan. We shall see. If not, I may or may not be stuck with this crackberry.

The big raffle is next week. Look out.

Je suis malade.

The only times I'm sick, it seems, is when I have something to look forward to in which I cannot be sick for. (IE  winter training, Culture Shock, Fall Fest.) I took off of work tomorrow in order to enjoy the day and am completely under the weather. Today I would have liked to go White Plains to buy things I actually need, except I don't have a car, no one else does or has time and I really should not be on the free bus.

Except, I noticed I won't have time for another week to do this.

I have also recently become addicted to Starbucks' Signature Hot Chocolate.

That's it.

Halloween '08.

I think, after the year I had, no costume could be more perfect.

The old Olde.

I suppose there comes a time in every college students life, where, in a crowded room you take a look around and you think:

"Who the hell are you people?!"

And there I stood, second floor of an Olde duplex, in tres chic dress from American Apparel wondering just who all these people are. There once was an age when I knew everyone at a party, they were happy to see me, and my drinks could be free. Except, I'm a senior and all my friends have graduated, all these people are younger than me, and of course no one knows who I am if I won't bother talking to them.

Not saying I should, just sayin'.

I guess this means it's time to graduate.

When I'm quiet people usually thing I'm sad. And usually I am.

I think Kate Nash is my musical soul mate. It's silly but I can relate to almost every one of her songs. Plus, she's really cute. You should all listen to "Don't you want to share the guilt?" because it is a wonderful song.

This weekend was odd. One of those weekends where you walk around simply unhappy and things cheer you up to the point of becoming overwhelmed and it was just up and down all weekend. I had hair mistake 2008 on Friday but that was rectified and my hair is a dark red [again]. I saw my family, and my cousins. They are the coolest children in the universe, I only wish I could see them more.

I want to get so much accomplished with my time. I feel there is no time to do this all. Homework, reading, rehearsals, side projects. 

I don't watch tv for two reasons: A. I could be doing something more productive with that time and B. I don't ever find anything that interesting. Plus, I always forget. Which I guess could be C.

I really thought this summer and school year would be a boxed set of eras in my life but they are completely separated. School's been in for almost a month and I still do not have an excellent grasp of what is going on. But I am pretending. Well.

Today my room inspection said, "Almost failed for 5inch hookerboots."

Actually, they're 7 inches.

J'adore mullet.

I guess I have nothing of importance to say.

Since summer has been over, there haven't been as many interesting adventures with my friends. I guess that is the most important part of the summer I can safely say I miss. I miss just being around the people I love and feeling no need to entertain anybody (although I will admit just my antics did amuse people).

I talked to Lauren about this last night and I feel that this year has been acting as a conclusion to my college career. This makes sense because, duh, it is. But I feel it each and every day and I see these things concluding themselves and it is just really strange to see. Been there, done that, won't have to do that again. Everything is coming full circle.

I need to really start applying to grad schools.. once I figure out what it is I'm going to be studying. Directing? Acting? Am I going to Hawaii? If I'm lucky.

I just hope things continue to keep working themselves out.

One more year.

Mine and Lauren's friendship over four years of college, 

as told by a $3 photobooth in White Plains, NY.

I have never been so busy like this in all my life. Today, I realized that there is a difference in being busy over schoolwork and meaning crap and stuff that will shape your life. This semester I will be dealing with grad apps, senior project/production stuff, and narrowing down places I want to live in a year. This is incredibly exciting and scary all at once. I'm working like crazy, learning Francais, and trying to put a production together.

I had a meeting with my therapist today that was kind of more telling than ever, even though at the time I feel we talked about nothing of importance.

I think this semester will be interesting. At least, I hope it is.

"Uhm. Naive melody. This must be the place.

To conclude the best summer of my life, I helped put on a show in a proffesional theater, with a cast of 70 people, to a audience of 1,000+ people and an original script. The buzz of RA Vue still hasn't stopped and I am so proud. The summer went out with a bang.

I never did cut or dye my hair but I guess I will eventually. This semester will be very busy for me. I hope it's half as good as this summer at least. Since Cole has left, it seems like we all feel it. I never knew a Purchase College without at least one of the first upperclassmen [better known as icons] I met. 

"It's weird being the only upperclassmen, having no one to look up to. Because now, some freshmen are going to look up to us. And for what? All we do is drink and do nothing. Jokes on them. Then again, when we were freshmen, our icons just drank and did nothing. So I guess the joke was on us. It's a vicious circle of drinking and doing nothing."

This year should be interesting. 

Help.

Today is the last day of summer.

First order of business:

What should I do with my hair for the upcoming semester? I am thinking of going short with it, but I am afraid I will quickly regret the decision. I'll be cutting it tomorrow afternoon before RA training officially begins.

But right now it is a straggly mess:

I am thinking go short and bring the turquoise back. Maybe go a darker blonde. Thoughts?

Second order of business:

Today I officially became a certified barista. This means I am officially certified to make you a latte.

Third: I thought my boots came today. I was sorely disappointed when I saw a small box containing scripts for my senior project on the other side of the counter. Tomorrow is the day.

Last but not least, tonight is the last night of the summer. Today I will be painfully busy and will do my hardest to keep my stress level down. So far it isn't working. Too much to do and too little time.

Let's Recap.

Summer is officially , completely winding down. I can officially declare this the best summer I have ever had. I have learned so much and gained so many friends and opportunities. I became extremely close to a few people that I am incredibly happy to call a "best friend" now.

I went to the beach, city, pride, three states I haven't been to before, a city upstate I haven't been to before, I had great times with friends, I got into really epic arguments, I set my life in order, figured myself out, and have an idea of what I want to do when I leave college.

This summer's worth to me is infinite and I will never forget it or the people. There were some really tough times but my friends' ability to help each other through never failed to amaze me. I am truly blessed to live the life I do with my friends. I hope this never changes.

I started my new job for the semester Monday:

It's a job I wanted when I was a teen, and I believe it is well worth it. I get unlimited coffee and baked goods. Granted, both will get me fat. Since I never lost weight this summer I am counting on stress to thin me out this coming semester.

Also: large headphones make you look (feel) cooler.

While summer is pretty much over, I still have a few things to look forward to over the next few weeks. RA training is always a blast, and RA Vue will be amazing this year. Soon after I hit the ground running with three jobs, a senior project, two classes and two internships. I will be busy but I think I have mastered the art of balancing this all with personal life. I want my senior year in college be the best I can.

I will be happy whether I like it or not. I cannot afford better or worse. Grad school, here I come.

27 Roaches.

I just dropped a whole lot of money on these.

I almost moved into my new apartment. We have roaches, but my space is small and cozy and I like it. I also have no internet. Hopefully this will be fixed soon. I will upload when I can.

I have been reading the book, it is about a drug addict going through rehab. Very interesting.

Summer is pretty much over so Ill have a recap within the week. Until then, I have work at 6:30AM. At Starbucks.  Yep.

My life this summer.

I am myself these days.

Next week is the last week of summer.

I have big plans for the next week. First order of business, tonight I buy new bed-sheets (color: brown) and these headphones (finally). Also, a coffee maker and a new hamper. I set a budget that I have to follow because I'm opening a savings account this weekend and will be seeing Spring Awakening soon. Next week, I will also hit Seredipity's. 

Tomorrow I move into my apartment in the Olde. I really hate packing but I really like changing my location once in a while. I think I can remedy this by decreasing all the crap I own.

I think I should be doing RPRs or something. I want lunch but I don't know what... So I'll wait until dinner.

Look at this MUHZZ:

One of those days.

Thanks to my good friend, Cole, I have been hooked on and actually reading a book past Chapter 5. Finally, a book I can read this summer. Kilmer-Purcell also has another book in which I've grabbed and will be starting once I complete this one. By the end of the day.

Ever wake up in the middle of the night, think about what you're doing the next day, and come to conclude that the next day will be weird. I experienced that last night. Today hasn't been weird but almost everything has been inconvenient. I'm going home  in Staten Island at 1 to enjoy the summer Olympics. I should not, however, be heading home since I have an apartment to pack up. But I don't care, that will be done anyway.

Fortunately I get paid on Thursday and hope this will be a big sum of money. But I'm not holding my breath. 

The past week has been nothing but silly nights and Lauren breaking our "Olympic Torch." I look forward to tonight, which will entail me and a tub of Italian Ice and the Olympics.

I wish I had more to write in this blog but honestly the summer has died down immensely. We've been doing nothing short of trying to make the best of our time here and hoping the summer never ends. 

I also really want to save up so when I graduate I can move here:

So of course in the fall I'll be working more jobs than I can handle. That's okay, I guess.

Ok, I have work to do. I hope it stops raining. It always rains when I go home.

Uhm.

This is where I need to go.

Maybe it's just me.

I sometimes think that I'm the only one reading this. Which is fine, I know, because as long as this is around in a year when I am in immense turmoil to remind me of how great my life once was, it's okay. And it's okay to be vain, sometimes. Or at least in the case, so I can have some record of how I used to be.

For example, two years ago I looked like this:

A wee bit different.

More nostalgia later, when my laptop has power.

Summer.

Sometimes I wake up not knowing where my things are. I never panic: I have friends who will keep track of my things for me. Yesterday I woke up not sure where my phone was, but was graced by Casey's presence, at my window, my phone in her hand, telling me to put my shirt on. An hour later, after hearing me vom in the bathroom, Liz makes me rice without me asking her. 

I think I have waited my whole life to have friends like these.

After hearing about the 8th death of  this summer alone, I thought that I really do not know what I would do if I lost any of these people. I do not think I could fit in anywhere better than I do Purchase. I leave this behind in a year. The thought really scares me.

But, for now, I will have movie nights, cupcakes, homemade sushi, and write plays with people who mean the most to me. That's really special.

In other news, I really want these boots:

Also, I think I found out recently what it is like to "fall into something." You know, like, when someone has a career and they say "I don't know how I got into it, I just fell into it and here I am." Somehow, all I will be doing until next May is directing things. At least four projects. That's cool, right?

In short: This summer is kicking my ass in the best and worst way.

The Gay Apocolypse.

Last night I had a dream that Sable's mother found out that my friend Mikey, a friend from Staten Island, was gay.. And was so outraged by this that she was calling people telling them to commit suicide. In a manner that convinced them that life was not worth living anymore. All because he was gay.

SO:


















=






But seriously, I had a dream that because my friend was GAY that everyone had to DIE according to my friends MOTHER. What?


Basically, in my dream, a few friends and I had moved to Philidelphia after graduating. I was on the train from Phili to New York City for a day trip. Russel and Fritz were also on the train and Cole was going to pick me up in New York to drive me back to Phili at the end of the day.


On the dream, I recieve a phone call from Sable's Mom (apparently the only other non-gay character other than myself in the dream) ranting about how terrible it is that Mikey is gay and that life is not worth living. I hang up on the crazy lady, and convince Fritz (but not Russel) to come into the city with me (they were going to go someplace in Jersey instead).


Minutes later, a guy on the train gets this phone call and proceeds to try and jump out of the train in order to commit suicide. I then freak out and grab him, yelling about how life is worth living. The guy stays on train. At some point, someone sets themself on fire. The train then starts to enter New York, and we see neighborhoods burning. I'm uneasy about entering the city.


We do so anyway, and end up in some store that sells I don't know what. This turns into an action sequence I barely remember. But all I do is that Cole shows up at this point in the dream.

I then wake up to my phone alarm going off. It is time for work and my phone is playing George Michael's, "Freedom."

Right as rain.

The past few days has been doing nothing in particular with good friends. I went home for a hot second to Staten Island, because I really missed my family and they will be away for the next few days. I use the term "home" loosely because, honestly, when I was there... I didn't feel like I lived there anymore, at all.

I came back Friday night because I was under the impression that I would have to do at least 30 checkouts Saturday morning. Of course, I did one checkout in the morning. Tomorrow I rise at 5am to on the island for a friend's father's funeral.

I dreamed last night that I was in Maine with my friends and did not want to leave. So, much, in fact, that I was crying. A turtle crossing the road was also featured in this dream. I'm not sure what this means.

This week I have nothing planned, except getting cash money on Thursday... Speaking of plans...

Cole and I plan on making dance music together sometime real soon. It will be sure to blow your mind and make your heels grow four inches. Plus, your skin will grow neon.

So of course, I use the picture where he looks like George Michael and I look like Cyndi Lauper.

I miss the school bus.

This summer has been quite the prequel to my senior year of college. 

Maine was absolutely incredible. The view of pine trees and beach blew my mind a little bit, in a very good way. We stayed at a cabin the Cole's family owns and rents out. There was just a bunch of random trinkets and stories/pictures of Cole's childhood. This year seems to be the year of learning more about my friends' past. Everyone in Maine is nice, and everything is cheap. 14 lobsters for $70. Nuff said.

I feel like the past few months I have become closer with people I couldn't imagine my life without. It's sad that a few of them are graduated, will graduate before me, and live in another country. I don't want this summer to end.

Orientation was a great way to go out. It was the polar opposite of last year and made me proud to be an OL. While nothing will compare to my first year as an OL with all the crazies, I do feel I learned %1,000 more this year. The closing dinner was awesome and at the cheesecake factory. We ordered anything we wanted from the menu. 

I have recently been addicted to avocados. And boots.

I am going to miss this kid like crazy. Part of the summer has died due to his return to Mexico.

So  I have decided to apply to grad schools near the beach. Where ever I go I want to spend three years tanning covered in sand and have friends visit and have good times.

Music in Starbucks has really been hit or miss. Jeez.

A Good Year to be a Hawk.

1. I do not believe that Monday/Tuesday is my last Orientation here. But I'll make it worth it.

2. I wish I had more time to write.

3. That  is where I'm going Tuesday night through Saturday morn.

The Freshman Year Experience+

After 5 consecutive days of Orientation Training, I have been giving my first experiences here a great deal of thought. Today, for instance, I was alone hiding in the laundry room during a game of manhunt. And while I pinned myself to the wall holding my breath, I got a flashback to the very first time I was ever there. It was EOP Freshmen Orientation and my roommate had to wash her clothing with VO5 shampoo.

I went for moral support, I guess, and while we were down there two people were already there. One guy and one girl. The guy was incredibly tall, athletic-ish build with long brown hair. I don't remember what the girl looked like. I thought they must have been athletes on campus or something. Little did I know they were current students here to be Orientation Leaders. Little did I know I would be an OL a year later, and most importantly littler did I know that this tall, athletic-ish Italian, Cole, would become someone I consider a best friend three years in the future.

Yes, it has really been three years.

This tiny flashback to an seemingly insignificant moment in my life lead me to think about how significant every moment has been since I left home to create a new one. College was so intimidating three years ago. I could not grasp the idea of just leaving at 3am and not having to tell anyone where I was going. I was unable to predict how big of an impact these people would have on my life. I procrastinated connections with people who now mean the most to me.

I can hardly believe how me and Lauren met. It was by random, fate, that made us friends. She was literally just walking down the hall when I decided to introduce myself. She was quiet with a terrible perm, I was loud with a terrible wardrobe. But we liked Wicked and that was that.

Tomorrow marks my 4th year here during orientation, my third as an OL.. and my last. I have no idea what next summer holds  but I'm okay with that because three years I didn't know if I'd like it here, if I'd stay, who I'd meet and if I'd like them. Fortunately in my case, I love it here and have met and loved everyone I could. I wish I could stay. When I applied to college I did not realize that it wasn't a destination; it's merely a passage. I do not know where that passage goes and that's okay.

Wall-E was even better the second time around.

Orientation is keeping me busy.

Go Green.

Here's how.

Oh.

And nothing I ever do comes out right.

Do it again.

Yea, this weekend was okay.

Friday night was a complete s-show. Saturday was a pretty mellowed-out day. I saw Wall-E which was the best movie I have seen all year, so I really recommend you go see it. It's beautiful and perfectly done.. and somehow political? I'd see it again.

Sunday was pride and it was all kinds of amazing. Probably the only parade it CAN rain on and people be excited about it. I made homemade Oreos, too.

So today is pretty mellow, but tomorrow is the first day of Orientation essentially. It's my last one. Makes me feel weird.

 

Go see it. It will be well worth the posible $15 you spend on. (What is WITH the price of movies these days, anyway?)



My back/body hurts. This is rotten.