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As I'm walking to my dorm from the subway from my journey to the apple store, I can't help but notice the irony of my Ipod. Its beginning to pour and "Looks Just Like the Sun" By broken Social Scene comes down. Oh! How. Lovely.
Did I mention that I'm in college. Yeah, I live in Manhattan. I, Elaan, go to FIT now, I go to one of the best design schools in the nation. Its sounds good to say, it is even better to read.
I feel bad for not making an end of summer post, though it is still here (but the fact that I'm personally in school, summer is over for me) its dwindling. I'm afraid that I'm going to ramble, so let me just convey the random thoughts that are in my head.
Things that I know will happen to me in college:
I will end up liking dance music like "Girl Talk", "MSTRKRFT", "Junior Senior" and "Gravy Train" a lot, in fact, way too much. I will go to clubs that will consider those artist, and artist like them, favorites. I will then have my picture taken at these clubs/ shows/ parties and posted on the internet. It will look as though i am "fucked up" all the time, and that will be a bold face lie... I'll be fucked up only half of the time.
This jeans and tee phase i've been in for close to three years will die a gruesome death. I'm going to a school where fashion is the first word. It doesn't help that I not-so secretly long for better clothing (though i have some pretty nice items right now), and know far too little/much (odd?) about fashion My inner styling beast will come out raging in the next few months, which brings me to my next point:
I will be broke/poor 80% of the time, which will most likely be to due the fact that fashion and art supplies will be my new vice. It will cause my mother to cry when she sees my account statements, and the amount of clothes i'll have to bring home in May.
It you thought I was an asshole now, wait untill November. I will undoubtedly rub everyone the wrong way, and might give off the strongest "cocky" vibe on the east coast... maybe.
I will start to reference too many obscure things, so that no one can have a normal conversation with anyone... other than a human encyclopedia/pop culture master. I will most likely make you feel very small, and be full of utter and complete shit.
I will end up reading more books now than i have in two years. Not to say that i don't read now, I read roughly two books every month (which is due to constant interruptions) but i now know the wonders of reading on the subway.
I will know a ridiculous amount of people, but only make three to four new friends. New York is the kind of city that shuns you if you don't have a certain personality, thus why people think we (I say we because you automatically get lumped in with people from "the city" as soon a you cross state boundries) are seen as cold. But if you give off some vague sense of confidence, which unknown to me, i seem to do, people will talk and form "mock relationships" with you. These simple relationships will be based on compliements and trying to get something out of the other person. Because i know this, I will use it to my full advantage, but will also draw a clear and distinct line between friends and, foe-friends.
I might grow to hate men, just because New York men as so goddamn forward. Though it has worked in the past, (i.e. the relationship/idunnowhatsgoingon-thing I'm in now) most of the men who do approach me are NOT AT ALL what i'm looking for. However, no matter how many time I say "I'm taken", "I'm not interested" or "I've got a horrible case of crabs", they try even HARDER. It will also lower my self-esteem, instead of doing the standard boost. I'll end up dreading the complements, looking forward to growing older and wrinkly, lastly never consider myself attractive.
In reality, I don't think I'll change too much. I just hope to gain a better concept of self (how. fucking. chiche.)
So lets give you what you want: Pictures. Lots and Lots of Pictures I hate when I fail to update for too long or go to too many events and not update. it gets to be too much awesome in one post.
Its taken me two days to make this post because i don't understand livejournal on my Mac yet (my lovely new shiny mac book pro). So with my spare time, my roommates and i went in search for "W" Sept 2007 issue because as you SHOULD know, most fashion magazines Sept. issue are basically fabulous text books. Anyways, after failing to find it at Rite Aid and CVS we desided to walk toward borders, and who do we run into:
Tunde Adebimpe of Tv on the Radio fame.
Life is going to be really good.
To be honest I'm a little scared. Though i am the calm-est I've been in months, large aspects of my life are in shambles and missing pieces. i don't know where i stand in my relationship, I've yet to say goodbye to so many people, I don't know if I have the talent to be here, and my mental/body issues aren't quite resolved. The next few months will definately test me, but i am ready... I am so uttery ready.
Did I mention that I'm in college. Yeah, I live in Manhattan. I, Elaan, go to FIT now, I go to one of the best design schools in the nation. Its sounds good to say, it is even better to read.
I feel bad for not making an end of summer post, though it is still here (but the fact that I'm personally in school, summer is over for me) its dwindling. I'm afraid that I'm going to ramble, so let me just convey the random thoughts that are in my head.
Things that I know will happen to me in college:
I will end up liking dance music like "Girl Talk", "MSTRKRFT", "Junior Senior" and "Gravy Train" a lot, in fact, way too much. I will go to clubs that will consider those artist, and artist like them, favorites. I will then have my picture taken at these clubs/ shows/ parties and posted on the internet. It will look as though i am "fucked up" all the time, and that will be a bold face lie... I'll be fucked up only half of the time.
This jeans and tee phase i've been in for close to three years will die a gruesome death. I'm going to a school where fashion is the first word. It doesn't help that I not-so secretly long for better clothing (though i have some pretty nice items right now), and know far too little/much (odd?) about fashion My inner styling beast will come out raging in the next few months, which brings me to my next point:
I will be broke/poor 80% of the time, which will most likely be to due the fact that fashion and art supplies will be my new vice. It will cause my mother to cry when she sees my account statements, and the amount of clothes i'll have to bring home in May.
It you thought I was an asshole now, wait untill November. I will undoubtedly rub everyone the wrong way, and might give off the strongest "cocky" vibe on the east coast... maybe.
I will start to reference too many obscure things, so that no one can have a normal conversation with anyone... other than a human encyclopedia/pop culture master. I will most likely make you feel very small, and be full of utter and complete shit.
I will end up reading more books now than i have in two years. Not to say that i don't read now, I read roughly two books every month (which is due to constant interruptions) but i now know the wonders of reading on the subway.
I will know a ridiculous amount of people, but only make three to four new friends. New York is the kind of city that shuns you if you don't have a certain personality, thus why people think we (I say we because you automatically get lumped in with people from "the city" as soon a you cross state boundries) are seen as cold. But if you give off some vague sense of confidence, which unknown to me, i seem to do, people will talk and form "mock relationships" with you. These simple relationships will be based on compliements and trying to get something out of the other person. Because i know this, I will use it to my full advantage, but will also draw a clear and distinct line between friends and, foe-friends.
I might grow to hate men, just because New York men as so goddamn forward. Though it has worked in the past, (i.e. the relationship/idunnowhatsgoingon-thing I'm in now) most of the men who do approach me are NOT AT ALL what i'm looking for. However, no matter how many time I say "I'm taken", "I'm not interested" or "I've got a horrible case of crabs", they try even HARDER. It will also lower my self-esteem, instead of doing the standard boost. I'll end up dreading the complements, looking forward to growing older and wrinkly, lastly never consider myself attractive.
In reality, I don't think I'll change too much. I just hope to gain a better concept of self (how. fucking. chiche.)
So lets give you what you want: Pictures. Lots and Lots of Pictures I hate when I fail to update for too long or go to too many events and not update. it gets to be too much awesome in one post.
Its taken me two days to make this post because i don't understand livejournal on my Mac yet (my lovely new shiny mac book pro). So with my spare time, my roommates and i went in search for "W" Sept 2007 issue because as you SHOULD know, most fashion magazines Sept. issue are basically fabulous text books. Anyways, after failing to find it at Rite Aid and CVS we desided to walk toward borders, and who do we run into:
Tunde Adebimpe of Tv on the Radio fame.
Life is going to be really good.
To be honest I'm a little scared. Though i am the calm-est I've been in months, large aspects of my life are in shambles and missing pieces. i don't know where i stand in my relationship, I've yet to say goodbye to so many people, I don't know if I have the talent to be here, and my mental/body issues aren't quite resolved. The next few months will definately test me, but i am ready... I am so uttery ready.