absinthe

ah, dormies, get out of my room ...




So much of college is this sex-dance. Everyone's hungry for something, for drinking and drugs to alter their state - to go to these gatherings where everyone stands around awkwardly and mingles, while secretly wishing they were with someone else, that other guy, that crush, those friends. And whoever the object of their affection is probably doesn't even have a clue because they're wrapped up in searching out their own person. Its all too rare to have everyone just comfortable and happy without the tension of desiring what you can't have. Ah, it sucks that it's only the first full week of school and I'm already getting jaded and cynical about things. It's just a funny situation I'm in now. Having come back to the dorm at 3:33 in the moring I find that my whole dorm is still up. My roomate brought home this senior we met last night who took her for a ride on his motorcycle. But my dormie wont leave them alone to themselves because he's convinced she's drunk and will make bad decisions if left in the clutches of this guy. The secret is, that my dormie likes her and is jealous and far more drunk than either of them put together, He's being boisterous enough that the rest of the dorm has joined in the intrusion. Who knows. Let she who is not naked on the internet (and drinking PBR like the weird water it is) cast the first stone.
But that's not to say there aren't thousands of moments every day when I can't even believe how surreal and perfect life is here. Like today I woke up at noon to my friend coming in with secret news, and then we ate giant waffles and lay around in the grass being all Lisbon girl -esque, 5 of us girls. There was more guitar jamming on the roof til the sun went down and watching the baby swallows start to perch on the edge of their nest under the arch where we have parties. And a "dance party" which was really just four of us jumping around to classic rock like morons. And swinging in this swing thats made of a giant couch. And laying around on the lawn at night until sprinklers started to come on. I feel like my life has become these static images that i can't even seem to catch on film, they just live in my mind. So many times a day I think to myself that I'm finally free to live life. I think the only thing that would make it perfect is having that one person with me to apreciate it. And that way I would always have someone to talk to at a party to that no lame-tards with Pabst ever wanted to mingle with me, or I with them.
Ew, I'm getting sappy. I just watched almost famous with my two awesome friends in the film dorm and now I'm waxing all poetic. I sincerely applaud you if you read til the end of all this. I thought it would be nice to write an entry with a little substance instead of the usual oneliners about 'hearting' college.

So the question of the day is -

Why do pretty girls carry guns?
Why won't my dormie get out of our room ?

(one of those is a musical reference, guess which and I'll show you naked pictures. ha, ha.)