Since being at college I can say I've been to two completely excellent concerts: Built to Spill and Jenny Lewis.
Both performances were completely riveting.

For Jenny Lewis, my sister accompanied me to the Schubert Theatre in New Haven, CT. Midway there from school I realize I forgot the tickets in my other purse..ugh.
So we turned around in a speedy fashion and ended up being 15 min late for the show, only catching the second half of the first performance by a guy named Michael Runion. I was totally impressed by him and ended up saying hello between sets.
He was walking up one of the aisles so I decided to say hello and ask whether or not he was selling cds.
He was so ridiculously nice and seemed a bit nervous too. He asked my name and then even remembered it after the show when I came to the merch table to purchase one of my new favorite cds.
Its real folk-y, which I'm into...and it has excellent lyrics.

Off of one track, called "Soft Hands", some lyrics I completely adore read:
"We'll slip into the streets drunk as lonely soldiers and we'll own the night like vandals 'til the morning burns our eyes"

pretty good, right? I dig it. and I'd like to think its my current college mantra but that might be overestimating my social life.

As for the gents...well if this sums it up: water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.
They're all okay...I was hooking up with one for a while but he's just a whole mess of confusion that right now in my life, I really don't need. I'm the kind of girl that would always prefer a relationship over single life but college is just a different animal.

Dating doesn't exist here. Dating consists of: I'll buy you a drink as leverage for dome later on.
Fortunately, if you're going to make stupid decisions, I've come to the right place!

Just last night, me and my girl Georgia went to a bar just off campus. We showed up and this boy, we'll call Jake, was sitting in the booth next to us. I knew from the start he wanted my goods but he gave me douche vibes so I kept a distance.
We bought a few pitchers and worked the crowd a little bit.
Surprise Surprise, my ex-hook-up-big-mess-but-such-a-babe guy shows up and he greets me with a big hug so we start dancing a little and he kisses my neck a couple times but I don't really play into it.
Eventually he starts doing his own thing and I see Jake.
He asks what I've been up to and I said, dancing! So he asks me for a dance and I ask if he's any good so he says, "Lets go find out!"

As it turns out, he is. However, I like to leave sex to the bedroom and not the dance floor so you going up and down my shirt and pants while rhythmically humping me to some techno song...not my cup of tea. Of course, ex-guy is dancing next to me with some girl and keeps looking over at me and then kisses the girl he dances with.
To retaliate I of course do the same only to experience a sudden distasteful jabbing of the tongue motion..
I said I needed to get some air, grabbed Georgia and got the fuck out of there.

I felt dirty afterwards. But it was in the name of revenge damnit!

Oh, College.

Well, I've been living at college for a full week now and already my life has changed completely.
Since I've been here I've: missed 1 class, dropped 1 class, gotten drunk at least 4 times, made out with some random dude at a club, and had a friend wake up in Yale New Haven on account of being absolutely pickled off the DirtyDub.

It's pretty fuckin awesome around here, not going to lie. I've been here for a week and I can't see myself leaving anytime soon. Bring on the 5 year plan, student advisor! I'll show all of you how it's done!

The other night started in the parking garage which I've come to know and love. We were all drinking some beers and I had a huge water bottle of Peach Iced Tea and Vodka. Needless to say I ended up getting drunk...and then continued to hit on every male around me. We moved our little party to the Gazebo, a place no doubt will deliver many posts. Its reserved for smokers as a means of shielding the non-smokers from our filthy addiction! Blahblah, everyone hangs in there smokin, drinkin, and sometimes bangin.

So, Gazebo. See a guy from my dorm that lived a few floors above me. My friend, Georgia, and I had hung out with him before and we were about ready to ditch the guys we were with. It starts pouring out and we tell the boys we're going to bed. Georgia and I go up to our friend's floor and end up having a beer with his neighbor and dancing to the sweet sweet sounds of the White Stripes. Dave, the kid we has planned to hang out with, comes into the room and joins the fun!

Later, we go outside to have a cigarette. The rain was coming down hard so I decide to just lay down in a huge puddle. My booze-induced spontaneity inspired the other three to start sprinting around the quad slip 'n sliding in the grass and scattered puddles. It was fucking awesome. Not long after, we took a break laying in the grass letting the rain come down on us. I looked around at my new friends, barely knowing them for more than just a few good moments and felt completely satisfied and thankful.

After feeling so trapped towards the end of the summer, I couldn't stop thinking about how free and alive I felt just then. I was cut up, Georgia had ripped her favorite Sevens, Dave kept kissing my forehead, and Jake just wanted to dance. With our different lives and agendas, we had all come to the same place looking for just this particular moment of freedom and that night we found it with a few strangers.

What I've been waiting for...

Sunday is the big day! I'm packin' up and headin' out into the world of the unknown.
One undoubtedly to be filled with hook ups, hang overs, fuck ups, and do-overs.

I'm a little scared, weren't you?
Is my roommate going to be a tool?
Is it true that you'll get warts in the shower sans flip-flops?
How the fuck am I going to survive on the contents left in my bank account after the last purchase of a macbook?
Will dudes find me cute and funny and laugh at my jokes?
Will I find dudes cute and funny and be able to sincerely laugh at their jokes?
ugh.

So, it's a little overwhelming but I can honestly say I'm ready.
No strings attached, no messy break ups right at the end of the summer..
Just long heartfelt hugs to friends with whom I've shared countless memories and in turn, our adolescence.

So Sunday I'll be moving out and moving on to the whole other life awaiting me.

Oops.

So I had the last cigarette of my pack this morning and then drank in excess with my boss tonight at work. The weathers really shitty tonight so I can't really go out, i.e. get my nicotine fix in the process, so all I was left to do was just pick a fight with my mom over my sister and how she has endless freedom and I don't have enough.

I never pick fights. I just fucking begged for one. That was ridiculous. I was yelling at her for nothing. It's almost comical because I'm not naturally a very confrontational person but take away my nicotine and I'll fucking bite your head off.



I should quit.