Centre County is somehow a relative Utopia...
As I rose this morning, tweeting sparrows and bluejays awaited at my windows! Yes, the moon winked goodbye and the sun smiled, the morning mists yawned in the meadow of my country house; the chickens were clucking and the horses were shuffling and ALL the barnyard was waking up to start a brand new day! I got out of bed and washed my face. A chorus line of birds carried a towel into my hands. I dried my face with it while a quartet of churchmice pulled my shoes onto my feet. Mr. Cardinal, most beautiful and charming of all the gentlemen birds, fluttered into my bedroom, calling to chorus all the other birds gathered there. They sang me right down the stairs, and I walked into the farmyard with a beaming smile on my face. Mr Cardinal grinned, and then lighted on my finger.
"good morning!" chirped he.
"Why, good morning, Mr. Cardinal! Do you know what today is?"
"Why, No, Mr. Cory!" said he.
"It's a very special day!" I said.
"Shall I guess?" he asked.
"Go ahead!" I said.
"Is it a holiday?" asked he.
"It might as fucking well be," said I, "It's the day I haul my ass out of Williamsport and get back where I belong!"
To a life of queer drunkenness & debauchery and fantastic intellectual pursuits, the latter (delightfully) barely maintained or pursued at all, because of the extent of the former.
It's good to be back at school.
Highlights of the day:
++Was free to be an (irresponsible) adult again at 12:30
++Unpacked all my shit and put up my shingle
++Found out Roommate is leaving (yay! I get the Window side now!)
--Mystery roommate yet to move in, now. Could be dreadful. (could be spectacular, being gay is so delightfully polar--he could be an angel or a demon, and I don't know which one I'd be more excited about)
++Decided to kick it over to Lenn's
+watched monk and Truman show and shit for like 8 hours
++Ate at the Green Bowl
+Latte at starbucks, courtesy of aunt Pam.
++Met Gina. She's kind of a big deal.
++Came back. Moved all my shit to the window side.
++Found the best porn EVER. EVER. EVER. I love blonde boys.
"good morning!" chirped he.
"Why, good morning, Mr. Cardinal! Do you know what today is?"
"Why, No, Mr. Cory!" said he.
"It's a very special day!" I said.
"Shall I guess?" he asked.
"Go ahead!" I said.
"Is it a holiday?" asked he.
"It might as fucking well be," said I, "It's the day I haul my ass out of Williamsport and get back where I belong!"
To a life of queer drunkenness & debauchery and fantastic intellectual pursuits, the latter (delightfully) barely maintained or pursued at all, because of the extent of the former.
It's good to be back at school.
Highlights of the day:
++Was free to be an (irresponsible) adult again at 12:30
++Unpacked all my shit and put up my shingle
++Found out Roommate is leaving (yay! I get the Window side now!)
--Mystery roommate yet to move in, now. Could be dreadful. (could be spectacular, being gay is so delightfully polar--he could be an angel or a demon, and I don't know which one I'd be more excited about)
++Decided to kick it over to Lenn's
+watched monk and Truman show and shit for like 8 hours
++Ate at the Green Bowl
+Latte at starbucks, courtesy of aunt Pam.
++Met Gina. She's kind of a big deal.
++Came back. Moved all my shit to the window side.
++Found the best porn EVER. EVER. EVER. I love blonde boys.