hey, so i'm settling into hopkins life. its kind of cool to just walk around campus and 1) see some friends you just met the night before and 2)have even more people introduce themselves to you and talk about the going ons of the day. the freshmen class has been moving in herds lately and its funny to watch it travel across the quads- anxiously and excitedly to see dan adhoot perform, a comedian from last comic standing, grumpily and sleepily to a mandatory ethics lecture at 9AM, pepped and jumpy to playfair, an activity that is so crazy and hyper that it can't be explained, and i can only imagine the atmosphere tonight when we venture over to "the sexcapades", a 3 hour show talking about "alcohol and sex. sex and alcohol." apparently seats fill up quickly with this one, so we're encouraged to get there early.
we layed together on a hot summers night in your car. my curfew had passed hours ago but i couldn't bring myself to say the words "we have to go." relaxed, comfortable, and swelling with happiness. you held me, and sang to me the words of al green "let's stay together" your voice, husky and untrained, soothed me, moved my heart in a way it had never moved before i closed my eyes and thought about the wonderful man that was by my side. i realized that i was so incredibly lucky that i found this man- this man who was unafraid of declaring his love and whose entire being instills in me a sense of happiness and ease. i sat there thinking about how lucky i am.
i thought about how i wanted everyone at some point in their life to experience what i am experiencing and to love as purely as we do.
so basically brian&i are the coolest/chillest/hippest/most cultured couple ever. i pick brian up at approximately 11:36. we pause in the croton-harmon train parking lot for a brief couple minutes. :) we leave the car in time and are able to make our train. on the train we eat our sandwiches. we arrive in nyc at 1:20 a bit lost and unsure of how to get to the museum. we ask some cops. they laugh at me when i say "the met" but they are helpful. they tell us the met is up a couple blocks and then 40 blocks in the other directions. we begin treading by foot. it's a long walk and it's bloody hot out but we walk it. we only stop at a really ritzy store to relieve ourselves with air conditioning. oh, and we also take a break to drink our orangeade in central park. beautiful atmosphere. it takes us about 1 1/2 travel time to reach the met. we arrive at 3:00. we walk around and look at modern art first. brian finds a group that are speaking spanish and he half listens to them as they tour. i teach brian what i know about art history. we walk around a bit more through different areas and our last area is arms and armor, for brian. it's bloody boring but i try to get excited about seeing metal. we are kicked out of the met at 5:15 for no reason other than it was closing. on the stoops of the met, two black men are dancing/entertaining us for money. we become intrigued and stop and watch. they jump a lot and are cool. i give them a dollar and brian calls me a "sucker" for that. we start walking again and unfortunately the nearest subway isn't that near. we ask for directions and eventually find it. on the subway brian starts singing "my my metrocard"- a le tigre song. we take the subway to 23rd st and walk to 24th where the ny comedy club is. we stop and get two slices of pizza each. brian drinks a gallon of water. we are very aware of our hydration. we are at the comedy club by 7:15. they tell us the box office woman is not there at the moment but will be in 45 minutes. the area is less than exciting and we are at a loss of what to do at the moment so we impulsively take a cab to greenwich village. we are looking for cafe dante (a recommendation of my dads) but we don't know the address. the cabbie tells us he'll let us off right on bleeker and we'll find it. we walk less than 10 feet and it is right in front of us. the area is bustling with life, filled with little shops and restaurants. we enter cafe dante and the first thing we do is pee. brian knocks on my bathroom door before i am done, and when i do open the door he rushes himself inside with me. we eventually return to the table and order ice chocolatoes. they were yummy and we left by 8:00. we left ourselves 20 minutes to explore before we would head back to where ny comedy club was. during our exploring time, we see comedy cellar, the original club we had tried to go to. we ask if their sold out and yes they were. but there was a wait list we could put our names on. we said no no, and walked into multiple bong shops within 50 ft of eachother. we decide to call ny comedy club and ask if their sold out. they are. and so we put ourselves on the comedy cellar wait list. by this time it is 8:20. we sit on the curb as we wait for 9:00. the guy from boiling points walks by! then brian takes to biting me, but i distract him by games like 20 questions, and the name game, and the name of the state game. we get off the wait list and go inside! it was the most exciting thing evver. we sit down and brian orders a pineapple juice and i order a coke. the show starts. it's very funny. we order nachos too. the show ends with the guy from best week ever! the show doesn't end until 11:00. we walk around greenwich village afterwards, amazed to realize all these shops are still open. i try on sunglasses even ridiculous pairs and brian tells me they look awesome. boyfriends are a terrible judge of fashion. we walk around until 11:50 and we find ourselves sitting on a curb again cuz we're tired. we finally become aware of the time and the fact that brian works in the morning so he shouldn't get home too late. we decide to try to make the 12:20 train home. brian is negative, but i know we have to try. i ask a woman where the nearest subway is. she tells me she's going there herself and we can walk with her. on a somewhat awkward conversation begins but we get to the subway. we have to ask a fellow how to get to grand central but he is helpful and we know which track to get on. we wait from 12:00 to 12:08 and we are very nervous. we get on the subway but we only ahve two stops and we are off the subway by 12:14. we are still blocks from grand central but i decide we should just run for it. i begin running and without question, brian begins to run also. i am quickly lacking speed but brian is helpful and doesn't let me give up. the exit from the subway seems forever, a long unending white tunnel. we emerge from underground and the cool air is refreshing. we run three long blocks and i am giving up. my flip flops are making that annoying sound on the pavement. i can see grand central, and the lights to cross the road are in our favor. they change at the most convienant moment. i tell brian to run ahead to find out what track our train is on and that i'm right behind him. "track 27! we're on track 27!" we never stop running. we arrive at track 27 and the train is still there. brian reaches to get in the first door and but it is locked. a man sees us frantic and he shouts "the door where the light is!" my body hates me at the moment, but i tell myself to keep going. brian grabs my hand and pulls me. we get into the train and find people sleeping, waking up to our sweaty and huffing selves. i wonder if they realize that we ran there to catch this train. we walk up and down aisles, my side aching with a cramp and just wanting to collapse on a seat but there are no seats available together. i sit across a smelly man and brian sits across two sleeping girls. we turn our bodies together and catch our breaths together. brian is dripping with sweat and i bet so was i. he is concerned with me, but i tell him i'm ok. we talk about the day until a seat opens up and we sit down. well, lay down. i rest my head on brians lap and close my eyes. later we switch, and brian sleeps while i watch for the stops. we get off at our stop and my body is aching and we still have a walk back to my car. inside my car there is a delay and we don't leave right away. i am almost out of gas and the entire journey was spent watching my gas indicitar change misleadingly from E to 1/4 tank to an 1/8 tank back to E and so forth. but we got into cornwall without running out of gas. (phew)
so basically i really need a job. i'm sort of employed at the double s cafe, & i'm doing freelance work for "frisbee's" mom, bettina but it's really not enough. i've been doing some beading for her jewelry shop, but at $3 a strand- it's just money on the side, you know?
summer's started& a thunderstorm is beginning outside. kind of exciting.
so tomorrow my brother's going out to LA for just about the entire summer (!!!!) and so today was family bonding day &i was tied down at the house, but i found a free minute &made a necessary visit. i also purchased a birthday card three days late but wrote an essay inside it and almost made my mother cry.
the best thing about being locked inside the house is being productive and auctually doing assigned homework and finally being home to watch evening television, namely 'desperate housewives.'
so monday was spent in washington d.c. with two of my favorite gals, cheryl and meg, walking around, "liberated". we had anticipated going up to d.c. for the women's march, but our day was equally enjoyable by walking around braless, lounging down by the washinton monument, and taking full advantage of the fact that the smithsonian museums are free.
i can't even begin to describe the rest of the great four-day weekend. thursday night was spent simply in a car, down by the river, but i've soaked up those words and i'll never forget that night and that moonlight. friday night there was a house sans parents and we took full advantage of that oppurtunity and had a time that defintley beats all "barn parties." an intimate get-together combined with alcohol is defintley the way to go especially when it ends with squeezing together on the top of the bunk at the end of it all, whispering, and realizing that your boyfriend likes your friends, and how much easier it all makes it. oh, and realizing your friends like your boyfriend also (even, reeeally like him, lol), thats comforting as well. i could continue with recalling it all, and it does all make me smile, but i won't. the AP calculus exam is tuesday, and i'm hardly prepared.
i think i spent a total of 15 awake minutes in my own house yesterday; i'm lovin' being a host to chloe, and i'm lovin' entertaining laurice, and marine and antony. it's all great fun: long hikes with deep conversation, and deck loungings eating amazing mud pie, and rushing through the mall for a long awaited cigarette break, and a should-be-somewhat-awkward-evening-because-of-all-who-were-there party turned out a great evening, and pool halls in shady parts of town, and weirs trips with too much icecream for small french frames, and walking the trestle with too much rain&wind in the face, and lounging at storm king art center being somewhat cultured but really just laying in the grass on a hot summerlike day playing cards and 'monkey in the middle' and getting a sunburn, and adding french music to my ipod and loving it, and not doing any homework, and laughing in the car despite language barriers, and french kids belting "born to be wild" after a car skid, and universal appreciation of johnny depp and all perverted jokes that follow [solely because of laurice], and playing endangered species which kids of all languages can enjoy because it involves [harmless] violence, and discussing cultural eating habits over pizza and soda, and walking a lot, and laughing a lot, and learning a lot.
today was a mixture of emotions that are difficult to describe but i'll do my best.
the weather was beautiful and who can argue with that? now really. we walked and we talked. and we held eachother and we did crossword puzzles and we ate greasy pizza and you held my jacket and we laughed and we teased and read jeffrey mcdaniel outloud to eachother by the river and we laid together and enjoyed eachothers silence. we met up with my friends to watch a movie and you sat by my side with my friends and you listened to our giggling and our goofy behavior. you grabbed my hand and held it tightly when we discussed college, and the inevitible fact that things will change.
i know i have to be brave, and just enjoy the time that is left.
sunday: - a springlike walk to lunch - 3+ hours in barnes and nobles - one oversized couch with two close bodies - reading "the vagina monologues" cover to cover with the opposite sex - hot chocolate indulgences plus apple purses - getting hit on by a 6th grade scientist/mack daddy - finding a "quiet" place in the childrens section of b&n - napping by the river and wanting time to slow the f down - overanalyzing, candid and should-be-awkward conversations - angered wendys employees - you and - NOT studying for the AP calc test