the beginning of something new.
tonight i saw:
- a solid portion of the vassar community out on the quad to scream (primal scream) as the unofficial beginning of finals. it was an awesome sight/sound.
- two naked men
- these two naked men were on unicycles
- these two naked men were on unicycles outside in the snow (still many inches on the ground) and the temperature was 2 degrees.
- my hallmates and i, gathered around our makeshift 6-foot plastic christmas tree, listening to ella fitzgerald's swingin' christmas, opening up secret santa gifts one by one, cheering for each one, one by one, smiling
- a champagne toast as a hall group, smiles, hugs, laughter.
- hugging roommates, nana next to me and alana laying across our laps. i like having roommates. i like having really really awesome roommates.
tonight i felt:
- this sense that this is where i'm supposed to be.
- this sense that it will indeed be good to be home.
- this sense that maybe, just maybe, there is still something new in the air.
tonight i realized:
- i lose time so much at vassar. days run into days, weeks into weeks. did anyone else not know that christmas is just a little more than a week away?
and for the first time in a very long time, i actually felt like writing here.
- a solid portion of the vassar community out on the quad to scream (primal scream) as the unofficial beginning of finals. it was an awesome sight/sound.
- two naked men
- these two naked men were on unicycles
- these two naked men were on unicycles outside in the snow (still many inches on the ground) and the temperature was 2 degrees.
- my hallmates and i, gathered around our makeshift 6-foot plastic christmas tree, listening to ella fitzgerald's swingin' christmas, opening up secret santa gifts one by one, cheering for each one, one by one, smiling
- a champagne toast as a hall group, smiles, hugs, laughter.
- hugging roommates, nana next to me and alana laying across our laps. i like having roommates. i like having really really awesome roommates.
tonight i felt:
- this sense that this is where i'm supposed to be.
- this sense that it will indeed be good to be home.
- this sense that maybe, just maybe, there is still something new in the air.
tonight i realized:
- i lose time so much at vassar. days run into days, weeks into weeks. did anyone else not know that christmas is just a little more than a week away?
and for the first time in a very long time, i actually felt like writing here.