Climbin up on Mission Hill, I could see the city lights. Wind was blowing, time stood still...

September is definitely the beginning of the year.  I don't care what the calendar says, everyone knows that the year turns around in the fall.  My roommates and I are finally moved into our crazy awesome new apartment.  We have been saying "next year, when we live together" since we decided to live together back in February, and we continued to say it well into August.

"Hey, next year, lets make sure we get cable."

"Yeah, cable's good.  Do we have to call in advance?"

"For next year?"

"We move in twelve days."

"Shit."

This is next year.  We have entered the 2011/2012 school year, and have to use both numbers for no reason that I can think of.  Try and think of something, besides the date, that feels new in January. 

So for my actual New Year's Resolution?  Well, I resolve to be better with money, more responsible with my time, and never late to work.  I'm not going to resolve to lose weight or dress better, because I hardly care how I dress and I'm gonna be the size I'm gonna be.  Those are the kinds of resolutions that people make when they are, say, four months into the year and depressed about snow.  Like in December.

On a kind of related note.  My apartment is amazing. If I hadn't broken my digital camera, I would post pictures right now of the view from my back porch. It's not just that you can majorly see the city lights and the unbearably beautiful Mission Hill church steeples, but there is also a lost-boys-in-neverland (the mythical place, not the ranch) kind of network of back porches that we are a part of.  You can literally gently toss a rock onto about seventeen other back porches full of other kids in their twenties who like to hang out on porches.  Our neighbors go out there and play the banjo at night. And whoever is playin is not bad at all.  We also discovered that 1: our predecessors left a giant leather couch on our back porch, that is non-gross and totally intact, and 2: they also left a can with thick string through the bottom hanging over the railing, which they presumably used to communicate with the people downstairs.  Rufio would be proud of our setup. 

My bedroom has built-in drawers and shelves, and a big gorgeous stained glass window.  Plus four regular windows. There are so many old details about the place, it's amazing. And ENORMOUS. I'm in love. Can't wait till I have some furniture in it.

Happy New Year everyone.  As soon as we have a blender, feel free to come join me for a new year's celebration with magaritas on the porch couch on The Island (which, btw, is the name of our apartment).


If you need to find me, try heading for the second star on the right, and straight on till morning.

Happy Tuesday

Sitting at home, listening to Rich's radio show (Stormin(g) the Castle, on WRBB our campus radio station).  PSAs right now.  It's kind of weird, but I love public service announcements.  They're the weirdest of all commercials and usually they're not telling you to buy something. I mean, that PSA for the Make-a-Wish foundation, where a little boy with a terminal illness gets to be a batboy for his favorite pro baseball team, makes me all weepy. Rich is being ridiculous :)  And I've decided that, while some of the metal just makes my ears shut off and I tune it out, most of it is pretty awesome.  I just wanna get up and flail around the room.  Only I don't do that because I might hurt myself or others.

Tomorrow I have what is only my third day of classes. I love having five days off per week, but I secretly wish I had full-time school again.  I absolutely love school.  I think that the primary reason I hated being on co-op was not getting to be in class in the fall.  September is my favorite month because of the weather (crisp but still comfortable, and still colorful) and because of the gorgeous back-to-school atmosphere. Buying notebooks and textbooks, rearranging your sleep schedule to fit your courseload, meeting new and old friends in classes, meeting new professors, exploring new subjects, reading new books, learning new things, classroom discussions, writing papers, doing homework, all of the things my college friends probably think I hate.  They are the things I love most.  I had so much fun doing my homework today, you have no idea.  I was required to write a one-paragraph response to A Midsummer Night's Dream and I ended up analyzing the whole play (it IS my favorite).

Today's summary.  Woke up, had an absolutely lovely morning and didn't get up early, did laundry with Emma (disaster, I smacked the dryer because it didn't take her money--sometimes that helps it just sort of notice you're feeding it--and it shut itself off--as if to say "I don't need to take this kind of abuse from you") in the afternoon.  At two thirty, Anna, Emma, Bridget and I went to lunch with Kate, Dan's girlfriend.  Dan is in Cuba :( for the semester, which sucks, but Kate is awesome so we decided that we'd try to hang out with her whether he's in town or not.  Then back to my apartment, where I fell asleep for a few hours instead of going to anna's.  Made tea for Kayleigh and I (love love love my "tension tamer" tea).  Did my homework (my awesome, awesome homework).   Looked at my other blog, Great and Fearsome, cowritten by Peri (greatnfearsome.blogspot.com) and tried to think of some things to write on there.  I'm "Great" and she's "Fearsome".  Didn't feel inspired today, didn't want to push.  We're using it to write a book about the team.  For more info, click on over there.

So yes. Back to school again tomorrow.  Hopefully punctually, because Professor Goshgarian is not impressed thusfar with my lateness (he's my 8am and my 9:50am class).  Alright.  Twenty minutes until the end of Stormin(g) the Castle, and I'm going to try to become sleepy in that time. 

Goodnight, sleep sweet!

"I swear to God I'm going to pistolwhip the next guy that says 'shenanigans."

-from SuperTroopers (2001)