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.

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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.