I want to act.

Not forever, not as the be-all and end-all, but I want to give it a shot. I need to find a way to convince Mom that there is a planned way for me to do this. There is a guy at work who, when I was interviewing, told me that he did an internship like mine and then went and did music for a few years. He came back and got an entry level job at Towers Perrin (which, ps, is where I work now). So, I do this internship, do it well, take a few of the exams and then bang, I have a parachute. I hope that that's enough for my mom, especially since she's now going to community college to get certified in Interior Design.

And all because Pericles in the park was amazing tonight!

I'm back in Harbin for Late Stay housing until we can move into our off-campus townhouse of madness. I love this dorm so much. It's the one that adopted me freshman year, when I couldn't stand my own. When Tom and I came up the elevator, it let someone off on the third floor (which was always a total faux pas, you don't take an elevator to the third) and I felt a pang...that was two (almost three) years ago. When I first got here and was intimidated and found these friends and held on like grim death. The smell is still here, and I like to think it's all of that anticipation, fear and nervousness about finding a place here. Without fail, however, people find their circles and those concerns are left behind along with surplus hangers and the over-zealous name tags on the rooms.

And maybe that's why the smell is so comforting...because it reminds me what it's like to be nervous again, to have more options than I knew what to do with. Even now, I look out of this 7th floor window with a view of the sports complex and the west, where I'll probably catch a few beautiful sunsets and I can't help but think that if I'd lived here freshman year, I'd have a completely different history at Georgetown. I'd have watched the football and lacrosse games, become an avidly spirited kid and probably would have gone out for GUSA (student gov.) or something. Hoya Saxa, hardcore.

I'm not saying I want that parallel universe, but it's just pause-worthy to think of me in this same room two (almost three) years ago, without the piles of crap that comes from moving two guys from an apartment to a dorm room. The really great part is knowing that instead of this topic, this blog would have been about drinking remorse.

Here's to senior year, folks...here's hoping it's as amazing as the last one we had.