SoMuchCloser

i survived thursdays, and my first week of class as a senior. it’s so different, it really is.
and so! in celebration, we are off to NYC tonight to hang with margaret, and then we’re bringing her back for the weekend. it’s gonna be jampacked and super awesome.
i may or may not have found this year’s guitarist. i have to call him, aparently he’s cool (and oh so desirable, yikes!), and chill. so, we shall seeeeeeeeee.
tis all.

classes are great so far.. my favorite i think is going to be this class that oddly enough i have to dig for every saturday..but it’s on public archaeology and i think it’s gonna be a blast, and really inspirational in terms of what i want to do after lyco.

the apartment is fab, people are always over and i’m always cooking. we have wax mishaps because of illegal candles, and bryan is always here fixing things (or pretending to).

i’m in the throws (throughs? thejksbhgbsdgsd?) of a new relationship..thing. i don’t even know how to describe it, because i’ve never felt this way before. and i had literally just said i wasn’t looking. and meant it for the first time ever. this is crazy, though. i can’t even describe it yet, it’s perfect. i’m in total swoon mode.

being a senior is incredibly fabulous, and things are going like i never left for the summer. i’m enjoying every day and person and making sure i take at least a few minutes a day to appreciate the penna mountains. today me and bryan went up to the top of a random car garage and had the best view ever of williamsport. i can’t wait to take new boy there.

so i have arrived, after a fabulous roadtrip, at 73 ross. it’s wonderfully empty and wooden, and i can’t wait til the girls get here tomorrow so i can really unpack.
i made myself a veggie burger on tinfoil tonight, and ate it with chopsticks. that’s what i get for giving the utensils and dishes and shtuff to them to bring home. i’m proud of myself, though.
anyways!

today my body feels sick, and i want to remind it that i have way too much to do.
- it’s my last full day of work, my cousins are coming into the museum for a tour, and i’ve got clothes to pack before i go there.
- tomorrow i nanny for the last day ever, then my last fam dinner, then going up to my uncle’s to spend time with him and my cousin one more time.
- friday i have a bagillion and ten errands to run, and i want to stop by work one more time. then perhaps a night out and then saturday is my dad’s birthday, not to mention the day i set sail for PA.

too busy, body.

i just glanced over and saw my little 40 euro down sleeping bag, staring at me, saying “why haven’t you used me this summer?” i wanna go camping like whoa. let’s go?

it could be the fact that in a week i will be in my fresh canvas of an apartment, but i can’t remember that last time i was in a negative mood. even with all the rain, i’ve been keepin it real and positive lately. well, except for yesterday when i was being punished for the excessive amounts of alcohol i consumed into the wee hours of saturday. but except for that..

there was a very chilly day last week that brought to mind scarves and pumpkin spice coffee and burnt leaves. but it also brought to mind that cold before the sun and frost on the cars and long sleeves and pants. i don’t like those things. i watched this show last night on HGtv about this family that wanted to move to roatan. and they did. their whole family, just up and bought a house. i want to do that, i want that. but when you have paradise, what’s left?