let me break the ice
OY. FUCKING. VEY. It finally feels like summer and I goddamn love it. Yeahhh nudity. Yeahhh skin photosynthesizing.
I attended the last class of my undergrad career today. It was held in a bar in town. I then felt like I was still three weeks behind the rest of the world, and really tired, and like I wanted to chill out a bit and celebrate before doing some work, but was too mentally weird to do that with any kind of sincerity or efficiency.
In the past few weeks, my dog died (that really sucked), I went to the Elton John/Billy Joel concert at the Xcel with my mom and sibs, and my roommates and I had our last big party. We live in an appartment in a dorm, but somehow crammed about 50 people at a time in anyway. The theme was "scandal", and there was plenty to go around. Lots of naked, lots of liquor, an absurd amount of drunken and/or same-sex action, an absurd number of people dancing in my fucking livingroom! To me, it was an appropriate karmic balance to the anti-scandalist sentiments which were annoying at points this year. My boyfriend wore underwear and assless/crotchless chaps; hot. I just wore underwear, and a chain around my neck with a marker attached and the instructions for people to write the dirtiest things they could imagine on me :P The only problem was that I was freakin out about a million things the night of the party, and was waaay to stressed until I made myself much too strong of a drink(s). Things were weird with Jordan when I saw him last...that wasn't too awesome. I feel like I'm sacrificing attention towards him for school, but I don't really have a choice. We did see Star Trek; great movie. Yes. Again.
I've been hurdling towards the end of the semester, trying to jump over the homework hurdle every day, and not too often succeeding. My French advisor yelled at me twice last week for putting things off and for my supposed "cavalier attitude". It was really damn annoying, and I didn't agree, but anyone in the major knows, there is NO arguing with her, period. However, she apologized for being too harsh on me this week. Hah. And like I pointed out to her, c'est si français, quelque chose comme ça, non? Comment est-ce qu'on peut imaginer une prof française autrement?!
Both last weekend and tonight, I got opportunities to be bastardly towards the gays I don't like here, and I used both of them well. Petty? Maybe...but I don't care; I'm graduating, I'll do whatever the hell I want. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Screw the other senior gays & company here, they suck, and the new ones are better. I had a lil tequila and Sparks tonight, danced with friends, stole a bit of liquor (I fuckin hate when people throw house parties and offer zero liquor to their guests. Bitch mofos; that's a party foul outweighing the party foul of stealing liquor tenfold). Finished off the night running through sprinklers with a cool chick from Sweden who likes hookah. You know what, actually, there was a lot that made it a fitting way to spend my last night of college. So many issues and memories represented in some facet. New, old. Things concluded, cellar doors opened. All in that perfect microcosm Gustavus way. The past 24 hours were a blur. As was the past week. The past semester was a blur; the past year was a blur...yeah, and college was a blur. My life is the scene from Paris Je T'aime with Nathalie Portman and the blind French dude. You know how I know that? Because I loved it, and then I found out it was directed by Tom Tykwer. Of course it was, bien sûr. Quelle génie.
Here are the three things I am looking forward to:
-the chance to get everything done and graduate, completing a much-too-long feeling cycle of...something not good.
-seein my boyfriend again and makin up a bit...+ his amazing ass.
-Senior Week and Wakarusa, both of which will be 100% indulgent and guilt-free.
Oh, yeah, and random thing of the week: a distressed juvenile squirrel followed me into my appartment two days ago, and refused to leave. It did, however, chow down on granola I put in a small bowl and immediately curl up inside the bowl and fall asleep. It didn't seem to like water, but it chugged an entire small sauce-container of buttermilk Natalie gave it, so we think it was recently weened. It wouldn't leave until two days later when we made it return to the wild. It was last seen nibbling on an acorn, but now that it's apparently gotten over it's freakish need for people, we think it may survive. Here it is:
I attended the last class of my undergrad career today. It was held in a bar in town. I then felt like I was still three weeks behind the rest of the world, and really tired, and like I wanted to chill out a bit and celebrate before doing some work, but was too mentally weird to do that with any kind of sincerity or efficiency.
In the past few weeks, my dog died (that really sucked), I went to the Elton John/Billy Joel concert at the Xcel with my mom and sibs, and my roommates and I had our last big party. We live in an appartment in a dorm, but somehow crammed about 50 people at a time in anyway. The theme was "scandal", and there was plenty to go around. Lots of naked, lots of liquor, an absurd amount of drunken and/or same-sex action, an absurd number of people dancing in my fucking livingroom! To me, it was an appropriate karmic balance to the anti-scandalist sentiments which were annoying at points this year. My boyfriend wore underwear and assless/crotchless chaps; hot. I just wore underwear, and a chain around my neck with a marker attached and the instructions for people to write the dirtiest things they could imagine on me :P The only problem was that I was freakin out about a million things the night of the party, and was waaay to stressed until I made myself much too strong of a drink(s). Things were weird with Jordan when I saw him last...that wasn't too awesome. I feel like I'm sacrificing attention towards him for school, but I don't really have a choice. We did see Star Trek; great movie. Yes. Again.
I've been hurdling towards the end of the semester, trying to jump over the homework hurdle every day, and not too often succeeding. My French advisor yelled at me twice last week for putting things off and for my supposed "cavalier attitude". It was really damn annoying, and I didn't agree, but anyone in the major knows, there is NO arguing with her, period. However, she apologized for being too harsh on me this week. Hah. And like I pointed out to her, c'est si français, quelque chose comme ça, non? Comment est-ce qu'on peut imaginer une prof française autrement?!
Both last weekend and tonight, I got opportunities to be bastardly towards the gays I don't like here, and I used both of them well. Petty? Maybe...but I don't care; I'm graduating, I'll do whatever the hell I want. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Screw the other senior gays & company here, they suck, and the new ones are better. I had a lil tequila and Sparks tonight, danced with friends, stole a bit of liquor (I fuckin hate when people throw house parties and offer zero liquor to their guests. Bitch mofos; that's a party foul outweighing the party foul of stealing liquor tenfold). Finished off the night running through sprinklers with a cool chick from Sweden who likes hookah. You know what, actually, there was a lot that made it a fitting way to spend my last night of college. So many issues and memories represented in some facet. New, old. Things concluded, cellar doors opened. All in that perfect microcosm Gustavus way. The past 24 hours were a blur. As was the past week. The past semester was a blur; the past year was a blur...yeah, and college was a blur. My life is the scene from Paris Je T'aime with Nathalie Portman and the blind French dude. You know how I know that? Because I loved it, and then I found out it was directed by Tom Tykwer. Of course it was, bien sûr. Quelle génie.
Here are the three things I am looking forward to:
-the chance to get everything done and graduate, completing a much-too-long feeling cycle of...something not good.
-seein my boyfriend again and makin up a bit...+ his amazing ass.
-Senior Week and Wakarusa, both of which will be 100% indulgent and guilt-free.
Oh, yeah, and random thing of the week: a distressed juvenile squirrel followed me into my appartment two days ago, and refused to leave. It did, however, chow down on granola I put in a small bowl and immediately curl up inside the bowl and fall asleep. It didn't seem to like water, but it chugged an entire small sauce-container of buttermilk Natalie gave it, so we think it was recently weened. It wouldn't leave until two days later when we made it return to the wild. It was last seen nibbling on an acorn, but now that it's apparently gotten over it's freakish need for people, we think it may survive. Here it is: