Sing and dance, I'll play for you tonight

I'm back at Hofstra. I'm sitting in the museum. So far one person has come and it was an old woman. The kind that likes to talk a lot. Saying anything that's on her mind about what she's viewing, just trying to make friendly conversation. I always find this annoying at first but then I think that maybe she lives by herself, or she's alone for most of the day, so she likes to make conversation with people (and not her cat). She was really nice to me and she thanked me for talking to her while she was here. I guess she is alone...or she just knows that she is annoying like that. But, I guess I'm happy that I could have made a difference in her life. Or at least just this day.

I got a huge packet of mail from Geneseo. I'd like to visit them before June, just to get a feel for the campus again. And see if I could be there and love it, ya know? And if not...I dont know. I just don't know. Meepness.

So I'm officially done at Hofstra, for my Freshman year. My shit that collected dust in 525B from August to May is now gone and sprawled out on my basement floor. My clothes are smushed in the closet and in suitcases and I'm patiently awaiting the room upstairs to be finished so Mel and I can move in. I dont want to unpack anything just to pack it up again only to unpack it twenty minutes later. I like the red on the walls (good choice on my behalf) and the purple is a good spot to put my bed. I can't wait to entertain people in my room and on my bed again ;p. I want all my friends to come over and cuddle on my bed with me and watch Dumb & Dumber and Airplane. I want Karen to scratch my scalp with her extra long fingernails and Sam to tell Eric to shut up as he makes fun of me and impersonates Dave. And I want Andrew to encourage Eric with his "jokes" with his laughter and for Jen to actually meet everyone, and Brittany to make fun of Andrew. But not while the movie is playing. Not cool. So yeah, my Freshman year is over. How crazy is that? It went by so fucking fast, I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday I was scrambling to make friends, then hanging out in Dave's room every night from November (?) forward and going to the city every week with the New College classes. How crazy is it that I won't see everyone for dinner every night again? How crazy is it that I will be home for three months (I guess?)--and not returning after the weekend is over to chill with my friends here. Eric can't impersonate my dad to my face, Dave and I can't drink and say "Charlie" to eachother every three seconds, Karen and I can't grind with eachother and Sam can't vouch for me getting Baskin Robbins anymore. Jesus. The symbolism that was Freshman year is finito. That self that I gained and lost in about seven/eight months... ahh, whatever. Let's stop dwelling, eh?

So, I'm working in the museum and I should be working with Jasmine (not from Aladdin, unfortunately) and she's here and we're "working together" but she is cozy in Andrea's ex-office just on the computer (with the door closed!), while I have to deal with everyone walking in and out. Totally bogus. Yeah, I get paid to sit here and go on the computer too, but I actually have to pay attention to them. She's just sitting there. Not cool!

I have to go Wal-Mart after work and get razors and deodorant. My mom bought the wrong one for me. She got Veet. Normally I wouldn't mind, but I read the directions and anything that I have to rinse from my hands IMMEDIATELY after application is not going to stay on my legs for three fucking minutes! When I use the razor, I think my skin will peel to the bone...silky smooth, hairless bone! oolala! Such a waste, so I'll have to tell her to take it back so she can bitch at me and tell me that she won't buy me that kind of stuff anymore if I dont appreciate it and she's "doing it wrong."

A positive about being back at home: I can go walking at the park! Can we say four miles a day?! woooooo0000t.

I think it'll all be alright. Right?

Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes

But I'll work it out then I

Look up at the sky

My mouth is open wide, lick and taste

What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying

Turn, turn we almost become dizzy