People are coming back!
Last night BTA and I hung out at my place, checked out Mia's for a while and then sat buzzing on the patio catching up with things. After talking with him for a bit, I am now pretty sure study abroad is what I want to do. Up until now, most people just told me that I should do it, that everyone should and that, being an established member of the everyone community, I should too. However, that never really affected me much. But Brian, instead of advising me to go, just talked about his time in Mexico and the way it let him strip things down. And that finally resonated. But, in the end, when we were talking about how I'm torn on going to London or staying here in the spring, he didn't push at all, but said that whatever I figure out is gonna be the right thing for me, which impressed me, because he could very easily be invested in me staying around. But, for all the mystique and rhetoric people associate with BTA, it's hard to knock the solid principles when you know they're supporting you in whatever you choose to pursue.
In other news, my cousin Rachel visited this weekend and I hope, despite the deadness of campus, that she had a good time and doesn't still consider me that nerdy cousin she always had to hear her grandparents talk about. We started the weekend with the Nothing-Goes-Home pact, which it turns out was necessary, and that began a weekend of me realizing that we have sort of connection in that we're both in this college thing together, something that Erin and I don't really have because our worlds intersect. However, I really didn't have much to show Rachel after a 15 minute campus tour, and had it not been for a party Saturday night, I would have bored her to tears. I guess I'm just really comfortable with sitting in my apartment watching TV or out on the patio doing nothing or chatting at the theater kids' house. But throw my cousin in, who admittedly told me I didn't have to entertain her, and suddenly everything felt really boring. So, while I'd love Rachel to come down again on, say, a bustling theater weekend, it felt nice to be my boring self again once she left.
Mom came down Saturday and took Rachel, Tom and me out to lunch. Once again, I'm just shocked at how laid back Mom is now. We just sat at Clyde's talking and telling stories, Mom and I trying to top one another at making Tom and Rachel laugh with such illustrious tales as Eating the Other Kid's Food and The Day Mom Ripped the Car Door Off. She mentioned a few to-do's for me (applying for London, picking up my fifth class) but didn't overdo it, and after she left, I kinda felt bad that she had come in, dropped off groceries and my new computer, took us out and then went back to Baltimore.
I just want classes to start!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
I live on top of the world!
Ok, so not really, but my new Village A rooftop apartment is pretty close. We're talking glass door off the living room onto a rooftop patio overlooking the Potomac and Rosslyn, Virginia across the river. It's the type of apartment I've wanted since the first Georgetown tour I ever took, and now it's mine, if only for one semester.
Tommy Boy and I are rooming together again, which is odd considering we're the only ones who have arrived thus far and we're still sleeping in the same room. We moved in all weekend, which was devastating, because A) we have a lot of crap and B) apparently there's an exhaust vent from HELL somewhere around here because it's stiflingly hot (the weather channel website actually forecast it as "Stiflingly hot"). Saturday we moved most of our stuff, starting at about 3:30 and finally finishing at about 8:30. We went from ecstatic about the apartment to bitching about moving to too exhausted to bitch at all. But, our living room is situated and HUGE and our fridge is filled only with a Brita pitcher and 2 cases (yeah, anyone else see the nice cycle those provide?). Most importantly, Big Stevie (the TV, yeah FRIENDS) is situated perfectly for a whole year (in my case, a semester) of wasteful entertainment. It's gonna be great!
Now, Tom is gone and I have the apartment to myself, and while is fun to rule the place and dance around like an idiot to music, it feels pretty dead without the other guys or any personal decorations. Plus, I just want people to start getting back, although that means the semester will start and will be over before I can blink and then I'll be in London. But still, I want the campus to thrive again. It's getting a bit Twilight Zone whenever I see the empty walkways and Red Square with like two people in it.
But, the great new place means I expect visits. As much as I joke about our housing getting better every year, it won't this time. This is like the best Georgetown has to offer, I feel, so please, come visit, A kids, particularly if I'm in a show, because I want to have you guys see me in my natural college realm just like I've seen y'all. I want to show off, both in showing Georgetown to you, and, let's face it, showing Georgetown the folks I won't shut up about.
Ok, so not really, but my new Village A rooftop apartment is pretty close. We're talking glass door off the living room onto a rooftop patio overlooking the Potomac and Rosslyn, Virginia across the river. It's the type of apartment I've wanted since the first Georgetown tour I ever took, and now it's mine, if only for one semester.
Tommy Boy and I are rooming together again, which is odd considering we're the only ones who have arrived thus far and we're still sleeping in the same room. We moved in all weekend, which was devastating, because A) we have a lot of crap and B) apparently there's an exhaust vent from HELL somewhere around here because it's stiflingly hot (the weather channel website actually forecast it as "Stiflingly hot"). Saturday we moved most of our stuff, starting at about 3:30 and finally finishing at about 8:30. We went from ecstatic about the apartment to bitching about moving to too exhausted to bitch at all. But, our living room is situated and HUGE and our fridge is filled only with a Brita pitcher and 2 cases (yeah, anyone else see the nice cycle those provide?). Most importantly, Big Stevie (the TV, yeah FRIENDS) is situated perfectly for a whole year (in my case, a semester) of wasteful entertainment. It's gonna be great!
Now, Tom is gone and I have the apartment to myself, and while is fun to rule the place and dance around like an idiot to music, it feels pretty dead without the other guys or any personal decorations. Plus, I just want people to start getting back, although that means the semester will start and will be over before I can blink and then I'll be in London. But still, I want the campus to thrive again. It's getting a bit Twilight Zone whenever I see the empty walkways and Red Square with like two people in it.
But, the great new place means I expect visits. As much as I joke about our housing getting better every year, it won't this time. This is like the best Georgetown has to offer, I feel, so please, come visit, A kids, particularly if I'm in a show, because I want to have you guys see me in my natural college realm just like I've seen y'all. I want to show off, both in showing Georgetown to you, and, let's face it, showing Georgetown the folks I won't shut up about.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
This blog is tainted.
Ok, so that's dramatic, but what I mean is that the site has become so frequented by so many different people that I can only write about singular things for fear of embarassing someone. Also, I used to use it to let go of things. You give them words, you put them somewhere and they're off your mind for a while. At some point, this began to feel too exposed, but this is not fair to me, so I'm taking it back.
I'm tired of thinking too much. It's been my problem forever and I wish I knew how to get past it, but I can't. I shaved this past weekend because of a few offhand comments from my friends, who, I know, didn't want me to change anything. However, I thought they didn't like it and what's worse, I thought that was a justifiable reason to forget that I did. I feel ridiculous about this whole thing and what I want more than anything is my little mane of hair back. Plus, overthought in general has been something that friends and girlfriends always point out about me, as if I didn't know it. I don't know how to dial it down. I just think a lot about things, patterns, meanings, etc. I try to figure out what other people are thinking when I'm no good at it. There were several times over my perfect weekend in Georgia when I felt myself ruining a moment by overthinking. Luckily, my friends have mastered the art of smacking me upside the head.
Speaking of which, I just read Sterling's blog and no one in THE WORLD can read me better than him. Fuck poker, that guy could call me all-in on life. Luckily, whenever he calls me out, I learn, if just a smidge. As for him, he's not so lucky when it comes to a lack of elaboration. I will be brief though: Read my senior letter, man. Thank God you never took my advice and burned it. Sift through the Friedman-influence rhetoric and find the sincere thanks of someone proud to be your friend. You are a god among insects, never let anyone tell you different.
Speaking of which...again...this weekend was incredible. I loved chilling by the pool with Meghan and Joe, landbound by thunder. And how great did it feel to be playing trivia again, losing unspeakably sure, but playing was nice, even with the background of big men stuffing cheesefries into their mouths. Seeing Dan, Jason and Adam was fun, too, and I agree with Sterling that it felt very familiar, like high school had been shunted a bit and we were in the F hall state of mind (sorry Billy Joel).
Friday was great, though I wish I'd kept up more with my church friends because I owe Andrew more than some reheated memories over Chili's and I owe Matt a helluva lot more than not seeing him, especially once we decided not to go to the game. It's not that I don't like those guys. I had a blast with them back in the day and they're still a riot. But I had four days and the A Kids are the people my kids are gonna call Aunts and Uncles. I wanted to spend it wisely, though not too "Let's make sure to make it memorable," because we played that game the summer before college.
Poker at Kramer's was fun. I maintain that had I stayed in, I would have come in second, but hey, no harm, no foul. I kinda wish I'd dropped out and chatted with folks, but I had a good time, even with Grampa Sterling teaching me how to play every so often.
The trip to the Youngman's was way more fun that I expected, considering that I thought Audie couldn't stand me, but she was the sweetest thing, as was her whole family and I was more than happy to help move stuff...which, thinking back, I don't know if I ever really lifted much. But I did a number on that Corona!
Saturday night was epic, pants down (smirk). Ben Folds was great and I still can't believe we were that close. Almost everyone I've told about it thought the throwing of the stoll was kitchy...but I kinda thought it was badass, so pleh on them.
And after the club, it's the afterparty. First of all, Mic's apartment was gorgeous. Well done, hon. Plus, does anyone else feel like we pulled a bit of Hannukah magic when it came to the drinks? For some reason, it seemed for a while there, we didn't think we had anything and were lamenting closed liquor stores, but we ended up doing pretty damn well.
All in all, it was a great weekend and I'm glad I got to see everyone I did. I wish I could have seen Katie, Hanley, and Jamie, as well as more church folks, but everyone in DC is gonna have to hear about the fun I had for quite some time.
That's it, I'm done.
Cheers, Ladies and Gents
Ok, so that's dramatic, but what I mean is that the site has become so frequented by so many different people that I can only write about singular things for fear of embarassing someone. Also, I used to use it to let go of things. You give them words, you put them somewhere and they're off your mind for a while. At some point, this began to feel too exposed, but this is not fair to me, so I'm taking it back.
I'm tired of thinking too much. It's been my problem forever and I wish I knew how to get past it, but I can't. I shaved this past weekend because of a few offhand comments from my friends, who, I know, didn't want me to change anything. However, I thought they didn't like it and what's worse, I thought that was a justifiable reason to forget that I did. I feel ridiculous about this whole thing and what I want more than anything is my little mane of hair back. Plus, overthought in general has been something that friends and girlfriends always point out about me, as if I didn't know it. I don't know how to dial it down. I just think a lot about things, patterns, meanings, etc. I try to figure out what other people are thinking when I'm no good at it. There were several times over my perfect weekend in Georgia when I felt myself ruining a moment by overthinking. Luckily, my friends have mastered the art of smacking me upside the head.
Speaking of which, I just read Sterling's blog and no one in THE WORLD can read me better than him. Fuck poker, that guy could call me all-in on life. Luckily, whenever he calls me out, I learn, if just a smidge. As for him, he's not so lucky when it comes to a lack of elaboration. I will be brief though: Read my senior letter, man. Thank God you never took my advice and burned it. Sift through the Friedman-influence rhetoric and find the sincere thanks of someone proud to be your friend. You are a god among insects, never let anyone tell you different.
Speaking of which...again...this weekend was incredible. I loved chilling by the pool with Meghan and Joe, landbound by thunder. And how great did it feel to be playing trivia again, losing unspeakably sure, but playing was nice, even with the background of big men stuffing cheesefries into their mouths. Seeing Dan, Jason and Adam was fun, too, and I agree with Sterling that it felt very familiar, like high school had been shunted a bit and we were in the F hall state of mind (sorry Billy Joel).
Friday was great, though I wish I'd kept up more with my church friends because I owe Andrew more than some reheated memories over Chili's and I owe Matt a helluva lot more than not seeing him, especially once we decided not to go to the game. It's not that I don't like those guys. I had a blast with them back in the day and they're still a riot. But I had four days and the A Kids are the people my kids are gonna call Aunts and Uncles. I wanted to spend it wisely, though not too "Let's make sure to make it memorable," because we played that game the summer before college.
Poker at Kramer's was fun. I maintain that had I stayed in, I would have come in second, but hey, no harm, no foul. I kinda wish I'd dropped out and chatted with folks, but I had a good time, even with Grampa Sterling teaching me how to play every so often.
The trip to the Youngman's was way more fun that I expected, considering that I thought Audie couldn't stand me, but she was the sweetest thing, as was her whole family and I was more than happy to help move stuff...which, thinking back, I don't know if I ever really lifted much. But I did a number on that Corona!
Saturday night was epic, pants down (smirk). Ben Folds was great and I still can't believe we were that close. Almost everyone I've told about it thought the throwing of the stoll was kitchy...but I kinda thought it was badass, so pleh on them.
And after the club, it's the afterparty. First of all, Mic's apartment was gorgeous. Well done, hon. Plus, does anyone else feel like we pulled a bit of Hannukah magic when it came to the drinks? For some reason, it seemed for a while there, we didn't think we had anything and were lamenting closed liquor stores, but we ended up doing pretty damn well.
All in all, it was a great weekend and I'm glad I got to see everyone I did. I wish I could have seen Katie, Hanley, and Jamie, as well as more church folks, but everyone in DC is gonna have to hear about the fun I had for quite some time.
That's it, I'm done.
Cheers, Ladies and Gents