Preemptive nostalgia
It's the last Saturday night of my college career, and I'm too wiped to go to any parties. Not that I actually know of any, mind, save the ongoing housewarming at Zach's place. I'm looking at places on Craigslist (hmm... hmm?), picking up stray threads from Milliways, and wondering idly if I should just go to bed.
Senior Week starts tomorrow. We get a reception at the President's house and a trip to go see Second City. I saw them once when I was here in high school, and remember not being as impressed as I was with Boom! Chicago in Amsterdam, but eh, I'll take it. There are also imminent trips to Six Flags, North Beach, Weed Street, and even a riverboat architechture tour. I just... it really hit me today while I was walking around downtown with Martyna, thinking about how a week ago I was sitting down to have my hair straightened for the last performance of No Exit -- in a week I'll be graduated and done. My grades were in (pretty good, and my GPA seems intact enough for Dean's List again), and other people are moving into new apartments and fretting about finals, and... I'm just... done. It's like O-Week in reverse. Weird. I kind of alternate between excited and empty. I don't know how I'm going to face it, in the end. I've gotten exponentially more attached to this place with every passing quarter. Yet I am comforted by the fact that when I come back to visit (egads! when?), quoth the Kate Welham, "there will be people fighting over whose couch you get to sleep on."
Hee! Speaking of which, looks like the guys who are moving in after us are going to have to find their own damn furniture, 'cause since they didn't respond to my email of, oh, four days ago, Joel and his roommates get it for right upstairs!
Anyway. suddenleap has joined a growing number of voices calling for one last big love-in party, and it really has to happen. (After Wednesday, lindensphinx says, "or I'll have to kill you.") I'll have to start on the emails tomorrow. Actually, I have a ton to do tomorrow, like actually finish my stupid paperwork for the theater that I'll be interning with. Dammit, and I was going to impress them by sending it off right away. Curse my not being able to remember my parents' cell phone number!
I saw Valparaiso by Don DeLillo last night with Joe, Kate, and Joel. It was an amazing show, but for various reasons, it really, really broke me. When the lights go up and you're sitting in your chair hugging your elbows and making dying animal noises, you really need to do something life-affirming. Like go to a (different) housewarming party and requisition a Laz-E-Boy couch for general lumping/cuddling/UT-peopling. I could do with some of that now, but alas, everyone is scattered, and our front room is slightly taken up with Anna&Sia* playing Kingdom Hearts II and working on papers.
*Oh come on, don't even deny that they're a unit. They're adorable, though, so I guess that's alright.
Senior Week starts tomorrow. We get a reception at the President's house and a trip to go see Second City. I saw them once when I was here in high school, and remember not being as impressed as I was with Boom! Chicago in Amsterdam, but eh, I'll take it. There are also imminent trips to Six Flags, North Beach, Weed Street, and even a riverboat architechture tour. I just... it really hit me today while I was walking around downtown with Martyna, thinking about how a week ago I was sitting down to have my hair straightened for the last performance of No Exit -- in a week I'll be graduated and done. My grades were in (pretty good, and my GPA seems intact enough for Dean's List again), and other people are moving into new apartments and fretting about finals, and... I'm just... done. It's like O-Week in reverse. Weird. I kind of alternate between excited and empty. I don't know how I'm going to face it, in the end. I've gotten exponentially more attached to this place with every passing quarter. Yet I am comforted by the fact that when I come back to visit (egads! when?), quoth the Kate Welham, "there will be people fighting over whose couch you get to sleep on."
Hee! Speaking of which, looks like the guys who are moving in after us are going to have to find their own damn furniture, 'cause since they didn't respond to my email of, oh, four days ago, Joel and his roommates get it for right upstairs!
Anyway. suddenleap has joined a growing number of voices calling for one last big love-in party, and it really has to happen. (After Wednesday, lindensphinx says, "or I'll have to kill you.") I'll have to start on the emails tomorrow. Actually, I have a ton to do tomorrow, like actually finish my stupid paperwork for the theater that I'll be interning with. Dammit, and I was going to impress them by sending it off right away. Curse my not being able to remember my parents' cell phone number!
I saw Valparaiso by Don DeLillo last night with Joe, Kate, and Joel. It was an amazing show, but for various reasons, it really, really broke me. When the lights go up and you're sitting in your chair hugging your elbows and making dying animal noises, you really need to do something life-affirming. Like go to a (different) housewarming party and requisition a Laz-E-Boy couch for general lumping/cuddling/UT-peopling. I could do with some of that now, but alas, everyone is scattered, and our front room is slightly taken up with Anna&Sia* playing Kingdom Hearts II and working on papers.
*Oh come on, don't even deny that they're a unit. They're adorable, though, so I guess that's alright.