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.
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