Well well well - how would I describe coming back to the concrete jungle (for some reason this reminds of me Wendy Nico and Victory from lipstick jungle lol)? I must say, it was rather eventful and busy. Would it be boring to enumerate everything that I did? Being a nacississist, I would tell everything anyway.
The basis boils down to three things: decorated my room, got an iPhone (yes, serena, I got it finally!), and caught up with some old friends.
The blow up moose I got for my brother :)it's amazing.
All through last week, I was really bummed that I had to come back to New York City. As much as I would love to call myself a city girl, a New Yorker and bash on those barbarians on the other side of the Hudson river, I was not quite accustomed to these pokerfaces on the subway and real life Grand Theft Auto on the street. I visited Collin and Boston University on Friday - for the first time. It had none of the glamor of New York City, but conglomerated with a tinge of homey NE feeling, it actually felt really comfortable being there. The people were not as stuck up as those in NYC. Most of them give off the vibe as down-to-earth and friendly; whereas, at columbia, kids are either cut throat competitive over-achievers or pretentious artsy conoisseurs. Some of them would feel the need to push through the coffee line, not wanting to waste one more minute letting the old man in front of them gets his coffee because of studying. Dramas due to reasons like grades, internships, power struggle within a student group are common. Of course, there exists a group of people who just feel really out of place in this school - sadly, not fitting in either group because they are actually normal. OKAY. Back to my adventure on friday - my brother and I hit the road with Jason Mraz's I'm Yours (Connecticut's radio station is surprisingly good). Three and a half hours later, we got to Fairfield, which literally is just like Weston - in the middle of nowhere. We went to Collin's girlfriend's, Scarlett's dorm and watched...Spongebob. Then, we made a terrible decision to leave the highway cause of traffic and sped through the Bronx and Harlem to Columbia (It was mad scary but I will eliminate that part). Once we got to Columbia, we hastily looked for a parking lot so we could eat. While Collin was backing up on a slope, he hit the side mirror against the wall and broke it. Fabulous driving skills I must say. Honestly, I have no idea how to narrate this other than laughing it off.
Anywho, we had dinner and watched Gran Torino, which was a GREAT movie. Walt Kowalski, starred by Clint Eastwood, was amazing! A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! The movie is nominated Best Picture this year. It's so worth paying the money watching it in theater; I cried at the end of the movie. Then, a funny incident happened that night was two friends drunk texted me nonstop. One of them, a navy officer boy who goes to Westpoint and whom I befriended last semester, called and said, "Hey, what are you up to? I am with some friends at a bar right now and I wanna get outta here. SO...uh...I'm looking for a place to go, where are you?" AM I SUCH AN EASY WHORE? I told him I would call him tomorrow to check on him and hung up. I never did and never intended to. I had known the other one for quite a while and knew he is flirtatious by nature. Somehow, I see a little bit of myself in him (not in terms of being flirty), but I had texted someone in exact words and got mad at someone over not wanting to meet up late at night. I was mad at him for thinking that my calls were booty calls and all I wanted from him was hookups, but I guess it did give off that impression. oh well. Here we go again, first night back on campus, already, drama coming up to me. But I was at peace the entire time - no irritation, no reminiscence. All I wanted that night was to sleep and I fell in deep deep sleep like any other night.
My point of this is...I think I am mentally ready to enjoy a peaceful, pleasurable, and fruitful semester.
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