of drinking games, frivolity, and Cohen-Waits idolatry
It's a bittersweet sort of day, the last I'll ever spend with this lovely dorm room intact. My beloved posters - Fight Club (Norton), Wish-era Trent Reznors, vintage pulp novel style "the story of a demanding boss and the woman who loves his demands" Secretary, "Dawn in the Yoshiwara" by Ando Hiroshige, and my huge, beautiful print of Ralph Fiennes' back tattoo from Red Dragon - are being passed along to my best friend to hang in her big, lovely room next year, and have to be taken down and stored in a professor's office tomorrow morning.
Both this room and this school have been very good to me, and no matter how ready I feel to move along to the real world/how happy I am to get out of the bizarre, soap-opera-esque social environment, it's hard to leave. Cliche as it may sound, it seems like only yesterday that I first showed up here; in my mind, I stopped having birthdays when I hit nineteen.
Last night was fantastic. Two of my good friends and I killed a handle of cheap table wine and some cadillac margaritas playing "I have if you haven't"/"never have I ever" (the first drinking game I've ever played) and ended our night sitting outside in the garden talking about Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen as I smoked my third and last cigarette for a long, long time. I'm nowhere near my overall college partying quota, but I'm just fine with that - I'll take quality over quantity any day.
I'm going to spend the rest of my day watching Heathers, reading fic, eating candy, and indulging in as many delicious wastes of time as possible. Are there more exciting ways to spend the last few days before I graduate? Probably. But I like to think there's a lot to be said for decompression, relaxation, and gratuitous naptime.
Both this room and this school have been very good to me, and no matter how ready I feel to move along to the real world/how happy I am to get out of the bizarre, soap-opera-esque social environment, it's hard to leave. Cliche as it may sound, it seems like only yesterday that I first showed up here; in my mind, I stopped having birthdays when I hit nineteen.
Last night was fantastic. Two of my good friends and I killed a handle of cheap table wine and some cadillac margaritas playing "I have if you haven't"/"never have I ever" (the first drinking game I've ever played) and ended our night sitting outside in the garden talking about Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen as I smoked my third and last cigarette for a long, long time. I'm nowhere near my overall college partying quota, but I'm just fine with that - I'll take quality over quantity any day.
I'm going to spend the rest of my day watching Heathers, reading fic, eating candy, and indulging in as many delicious wastes of time as possible. Are there more exciting ways to spend the last few days before I graduate? Probably. But I like to think there's a lot to be said for decompression, relaxation, and gratuitous naptime.