When you're living in the dorm over break, it feels like you are actually the only person in the whole building. Nobody's on the elevator, nobody's in the lounge, nobody's walking around, and there are about 7 cars in the whole parking lot.
It's weird.
So when I got in the elevator tonight and it was actually full, it was like Christmas.
Except with more people. And less presents. And more smelly elevators.
And by less presents I mean no presents.
Why don't people on the elevator give me presents.
They should start doing that.
Anyway, there were a couple guys that actually weren't Asian in there, and I was the only girl.
(Seriously. This school makes me feel so racist. There are just so many Asians.)
They were pretty excited when I got in the elevator. I mean, I would be too. Have you seen me recently? Kidding. So totally kidding. I look like a train wreck at this point in the evening.
Guy 1: Alriiiight
Guy 2: Party in this elevator
Guy 3: Woop woop
Me: Yeah, this is the first time there have actually been other people in the elevator with me in, like, two months
Guy 2: Did you stay here over break?
Me: Yep. Ghost town
Guy 3: Yeah it's so barren
Guy 1: Except for the crazy sex parties
Everyone else: ...
Me: Guess I didn't get invited to any of those
Guy 1: Too bad
Guy 1: They're super great
Guy 1: You missed out
Guy 1: Well have a good night
I love socializing in college. It's like a whole new universe.
Also, I apparently failed at break. I'll do better next time.
Spring break 2013, WATCH OUT.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Non-Resolutions
Every once in a while, everyone needs an existential crisis.
But the notion that everyone have their crisis on the morning that they're most likely still drunk on the last year and forced to wear sunglasses inside for the dawning of a new one is bullheaded and for people with a better memory than I have.
I mean, I'm 18 and I still can't remember to floss every day.
So I don't do resolutions. They're a petty formality and nobody sticks to them.
Plus, the idea of unique resolutions becomes profuse when they all say "go to the gym, lose 10 pounds, and stop eating so much ice cream." Please. Nobody is ever going to stop eating ice cream.
My 2013 started the same way my 2012 ended, and there is nothing to separate it from any year before it but the date I write on my papers.
Yet lately I've had the strongest urge to cleanse it all. Live life to the fullest, sure, take chances, yeah yeah, be healthy and feel good about myself, whatever.
But do it differently than I did before.
I'm going to try some things, I'm going to live selfishly (because it's my life so why the hell shouldn't I,) and I'm going to eat ice cream every fucking day if I want to. I'm going to talk to who I want and not talk to who I want, and I'm going to do the things that I know I love without paying any heed to the love that may not be real, but in fact residual.
I'm going to keep writing crappy poetry and I'm going to hug my teddy bear while watching movies by myself whenever I damn well please.
And if I want to ignore you?
So what.
It's 2013, bitches.
But the notion that everyone have their crisis on the morning that they're most likely still drunk on the last year and forced to wear sunglasses inside for the dawning of a new one is bullheaded and for people with a better memory than I have.
I mean, I'm 18 and I still can't remember to floss every day.
So I don't do resolutions. They're a petty formality and nobody sticks to them.
Plus, the idea of unique resolutions becomes profuse when they all say "go to the gym, lose 10 pounds, and stop eating so much ice cream." Please. Nobody is ever going to stop eating ice cream.
My 2013 started the same way my 2012 ended, and there is nothing to separate it from any year before it but the date I write on my papers.
Yet lately I've had the strongest urge to cleanse it all. Live life to the fullest, sure, take chances, yeah yeah, be healthy and feel good about myself, whatever.
But do it differently than I did before.
I'm going to try some things, I'm going to live selfishly (because it's my life so why the hell shouldn't I,) and I'm going to eat ice cream every fucking day if I want to. I'm going to talk to who I want and not talk to who I want, and I'm going to do the things that I know I love without paying any heed to the love that may not be real, but in fact residual.
I'm going to keep writing crappy poetry and I'm going to hug my teddy bear while watching movies by myself whenever I damn well please.
And if I want to ignore you?
So what.
It's 2013, bitches.
A Spoonful of Wishful Thinking
Some time
at a stop sign
wait a minute
until the dull roar becomes a hum
and then a murmur
(you will be invisible
if only for
a moment)
and when the engine cools
and stops its sputtering
and you wake up
there may be cars
waiting
for you to go go go
or you may find yourself
blissfully alone
at a crossroad
one foot on the gas
all because you listened
to a stop sign.
at a stop sign
wait a minute
until the dull roar becomes a hum
and then a murmur
(you will be invisible
if only for
a moment)
and when the engine cools
and stops its sputtering
and you wake up
there may be cars
waiting
for you to go go go
or you may find yourself
blissfully alone
at a crossroad
one foot on the gas
all because you listened
to a stop sign.
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