apres moi...
To Republicans in the family! To Sunday night dinners! To diners and roadtrips! To 906! To the blanket of infinity! To infinity!
I’d like to post a summary about my 2006, but it’s nearly impossible for me to put all my thoughts in order. I feel like I had three or four years this year. I walked through the lives, all of them my own.
I celebrated 2006 at Rob’s house. The next day there was a Republican party at mine for Dad’s inauguration to the SR Council. While I was home I helped Jessica house-sit and had icecream cake for breakfast. Spillster McGee struck again. Rob was my roommate once more. That was my life in Jersey Part 1.
Then I went back to Marquette. I took five classes and had more eccentric professors. I freelanced for the school paper. Sarah was in Ireland, Tom’s apartment was my home for the week Rob, Keriann and Melanie visited Milwaukee. The Wisconsin Ave bridge was out, so the bottoms of my pants were perpetually dirty. I learned how much I own at flippy cup. I basked in the glory of the brown girls, at Bollywood parties and the Brown @ the Bridge. Chris A got me to clean out my bank account, once, on a single (fabulous) outfit. Erika introduced me to Before Sunset. I stalked Jason at the Brook's Lounge often. There were surprise parties to the Safe House and the Wisconsin Dells, and I left on a very Hollywood note.
In April 06 I said this: “If I could sum up this semester in one sentence, I would say that for the first time in college I've been devoting myself to meaningful hangouts and outside activities, which I consider valuable, more than class attendance and test scores.” And then it was time for Jersey Part II…
I worked at the pool again. There was a wedding in the family. I met Jessica’s Leroy. SARAH MAX visited me in Jersey, so we went to the beach to build late night sandcastles. That night was my rebirthday, and Melanie gave me begin to hope by regina spektor. I met Bobby Fischer and asked him about what happens when people die. I was obsessed with death this summer. Ang and Rob celebrated the 4th of July at my house and Megan’s Graduation Partay turned into a booty call. Oops. Then there was nakedness and IHOP and my summer was over.
Only July 10, 2006 Team Cake landed in SudAfrika. But we weren’t really a team yet.
The housemates made that trip-those kids are the best listeners I know. We had inside jokes that confused outsiders and nicknames galore, but we also dealt with some heavy issues and kept eachother’s spirits up.
I can’t think of a less cheesy way to express this-I feel like I became a woman on that trip. I’m still a young woman, immature and too-trusting. But I spent my 20th birthday at the orphanage and I knew my childhood was over. I loved those kids, I loved the people I worked with, I loved the vibe from the community. I remembered something Mr. Reid said in high school, that children are selfish by nature, they have to be, it’s a survival skill. Adults must care for things outside of themselves, die to love, create. I think I’m on that path, at last, though I am sure to stumble much more…
I tried to keep an open mind and experience new things. My mantra during the tough stuff was, I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine.
I’ve never been a bigger history dork in all of my life. I loved the studying part of studying abroad… more than the club scene, let me tell you.
My heart is in South Africa now.
3rd is the one with the exposed chest, as it would turn out, for Jersey. I’ve been home for 5 weeks, I’ve tried to see friends, hear their stories, read some books, learn to cook.
I celebrated 2007 at Rob’s house. The next day there was a Republican party at mine for Dad’s friend’s inauguration to the SR Council.
2007 rang in loudly, and I’m sure my ears won’t stop ringing until 2008. To ubuntu! To RENT! To erotic letters and kissing hands! To Team Cake! To home-made quote books! To vagabonds, to vagabonds!
Resolutions
1. Yoga every day.
2. Vegetarianism, fo real, again. And to keep my food as organic as possible.
3. To purchase all clothing either second-hand (you know, reduce REUSE recycle) or to buy brands that I am certain do not employ child labor. Organic materials ideal.
4. To only purchase fair trade coffee.
5. To recycle paper into hip one-sided notebooks.
6. No more social smoking (except in extreme, and rare, cases where it is the only applicable social stimulant. And this excludes hookah.)
I’d like to post a summary about my 2006, but it’s nearly impossible for me to put all my thoughts in order. I feel like I had three or four years this year. I walked through the lives, all of them my own.
I celebrated 2006 at Rob’s house. The next day there was a Republican party at mine for Dad’s inauguration to the SR Council. While I was home I helped Jessica house-sit and had icecream cake for breakfast. Spillster McGee struck again. Rob was my roommate once more. That was my life in Jersey Part 1.
Then I went back to Marquette. I took five classes and had more eccentric professors. I freelanced for the school paper. Sarah was in Ireland, Tom’s apartment was my home for the week Rob, Keriann and Melanie visited Milwaukee. The Wisconsin Ave bridge was out, so the bottoms of my pants were perpetually dirty. I learned how much I own at flippy cup. I basked in the glory of the brown girls, at Bollywood parties and the Brown @ the Bridge. Chris A got me to clean out my bank account, once, on a single (fabulous) outfit. Erika introduced me to Before Sunset. I stalked Jason at the Brook's Lounge often. There were surprise parties to the Safe House and the Wisconsin Dells, and I left on a very Hollywood note.
In April 06 I said this: “If I could sum up this semester in one sentence, I would say that for the first time in college I've been devoting myself to meaningful hangouts and outside activities, which I consider valuable, more than class attendance and test scores.” And then it was time for Jersey Part II…
I worked at the pool again. There was a wedding in the family. I met Jessica’s Leroy. SARAH MAX visited me in Jersey, so we went to the beach to build late night sandcastles. That night was my rebirthday, and Melanie gave me begin to hope by regina spektor. I met Bobby Fischer and asked him about what happens when people die. I was obsessed with death this summer. Ang and Rob celebrated the 4th of July at my house and Megan’s Graduation Partay turned into a booty call. Oops. Then there was nakedness and IHOP and my summer was over.
Only July 10, 2006 Team Cake landed in SudAfrika. But we weren’t really a team yet.
The housemates made that trip-those kids are the best listeners I know. We had inside jokes that confused outsiders and nicknames galore, but we also dealt with some heavy issues and kept eachother’s spirits up.
I can’t think of a less cheesy way to express this-I feel like I became a woman on that trip. I’m still a young woman, immature and too-trusting. But I spent my 20th birthday at the orphanage and I knew my childhood was over. I loved those kids, I loved the people I worked with, I loved the vibe from the community. I remembered something Mr. Reid said in high school, that children are selfish by nature, they have to be, it’s a survival skill. Adults must care for things outside of themselves, die to love, create. I think I’m on that path, at last, though I am sure to stumble much more…
I tried to keep an open mind and experience new things. My mantra during the tough stuff was, I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine.
I’ve never been a bigger history dork in all of my life. I loved the studying part of studying abroad… more than the club scene, let me tell you.
My heart is in South Africa now.
3rd is the one with the exposed chest, as it would turn out, for Jersey. I’ve been home for 5 weeks, I’ve tried to see friends, hear their stories, read some books, learn to cook.
I celebrated 2007 at Rob’s house. The next day there was a Republican party at mine for Dad’s friend’s inauguration to the SR Council.
2007 rang in loudly, and I’m sure my ears won’t stop ringing until 2008. To ubuntu! To RENT! To erotic letters and kissing hands! To Team Cake! To home-made quote books! To vagabonds, to vagabonds!
Resolutions
1. Yoga every day.
2. Vegetarianism, fo real, again. And to keep my food as organic as possible.
3. To purchase all clothing either second-hand (you know, reduce REUSE recycle) or to buy brands that I am certain do not employ child labor. Organic materials ideal.
4. To only purchase fair trade coffee.
5. To recycle paper into hip one-sided notebooks.
6. No more social smoking (except in extreme, and rare, cases where it is the only applicable social stimulant. And this excludes hookah.)