holy crip it's a crapple...
Soo it's been a busy week since I've been back. I haven't really been around all that much or I've been busy with other things. So sorry if I've been distant or what have you...but I have all summer to talk and play
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That entry really touched me. I am not completely sure why, but I found myself smiling as I read it. It may also be the inspirational pump-up music I have blairing in the background trying to motivate myself to pack up the apartment. Anyway, I don't want to say "I'm glad to see you're happy" because that goes without saying. I think it's more important that you are glad you're happy. People also seem to think that we should be happy, we should be grateful, we should feel lucky enough to be college, etc. But in truth, we seldom do live up to the emotional expectations we set for ourself. I hate not feeling happy when I know there are millions of people in the world that are in positions far worse than anything I will probably ever have to face. I guess the motivation for happiness can never completely be exstrinsic or the motivation is less than genuine. You can have the greatest friends in the world, and they can make you perky and peppy and giddy and excitement (grr lack of a better lexicon, damn mutt language English), but never quite happy. The happiness requires something of autonomous motivation which I think your last post articulated. I'll add that your drive to make Scituate a happy place this summer seemed the offspring of this inward motivation, and that's an incredible resolve. If in the event Scituate gets lifeless, you are always welcome to visit me- the offer is extended. Here is my iternary for you (and the rest of the world who checks this heh)-
I come home this Sunday. Skidmore has an excessively long winter break, and an excessively long end of year. Basically, the schedule works perfectly if I have no desire whatsoever to see my friends... anyway, I'll be travelling through Europe studying/researching/writing with one of my professors. I'll be taking a seminar class in Jane Austen as well- speaking of which, my summer reading sits next to me. I leave for Europe the 4th, but I am goign to a friend's house also going to Europe on the 3rd. So, about uhhh 12 days at home. Yes, we need to hang loose.
Ok, then I get home from Europe July 11th, wherein I come back to Boston until July 14th where I am spending the summer working at the theater program/administration of a camp of 500 leetle bodies. Very excited. It's hard to find a job that only hires you for half the summer. Anyhoo, I'll be back August 13th. August 16th is my birthday. My 21st birthday even! Chaos must ensue. We should revive the Big Bang. Anyhoo, um... I have to be back at school to do an orientation program like say August 30th or something. We are actually doing an orientation program for the newspaper. I think that should be so so random. I'm hoping to find some unassuming freshmen to do layout and distribution. Either way, I haven't committed to it yet, so I may just stay at home until school starts in the fall. I know Dave and other friends from school will be living in Saratoga all summer, but they may drive to Boston one weekend in that final stretch for my birthday and to see a real ocean. And to hang with some wierd lobster people. Kick ass. Anyway, I would LOVE for you to meet Dave and any of the others that forge the Pike journey. Ok, ENOUGH procrastinating. MUST PACK. I love that I am moving into the apartment next door for next year, but I have to lug my stuff all the way to Boston and back because the landlord has sublet the apartment over the summer. Groovey. Makes alot of sense.
Best of luck. Be seeing you soon. Also, what is your phone number? I got your mobile digits from Kenny. I don't remember what they were tho. I have a propensity toward address book neglect, meaning that I just perpetually ask for someone's number enough times so that I end up memorizing it eventually.
This has been an elusive ramble brought to you in part by Liz.
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