you're so emerson.
I've only been here for a week?
Strange. I feel so comfortable here.
The first week at Emerson has consisted of consuming one metric ton of ice cream, being serenaded by Wyclef Jean and Shakira (yes, I saw them live...and it was everything I could expect from those two artists...and more), taking shots of warm sake, being addicted to facebook, not sleeping in my dorm room, party hopping in Allston at midnight, and falling in love with the train (again), the common (again), and my new, beautifully creative microcosm.
Strange. I feel so comfortable here.
The first week at Emerson has consisted of consuming one metric ton of ice cream, being serenaded by Wyclef Jean and Shakira (yes, I saw them live...and it was everything I could expect from those two artists...and more), taking shots of warm sake, being addicted to facebook, not sleeping in my dorm room, party hopping in Allston at midnight, and falling in love with the train (again), the common (again), and my new, beautifully creative microcosm.