Summer ‘11
Summer Job: Check
Summer Internship: Check
Summer Books: Check
Summer Gym Membership: Check
Summer Go-to-the-Gym: um…
LA LA LA
New semester. I really should write on here more often.
Classes seem pretty cool so far. and the professors. Unexpectedly have classes with some of my friends, which is pretty flippin cool. Just saying.
Made awesome cupcakes last night. Ironically….
Have to come up with some new goals now… other than eating healthy, getting on Dean’s List, and finding a steady job, that is. Yikes.
Oh. I want to start arranging songs. The whole song, not just the beginnings of a few. I have such issues with arranging and writing full songs, because I just never finish them.
Wondering:
What the point of a tumblr is if no one reads it.
It’s like the tree falling in the wood, but no one is there to hear it, so we ask- did it make a sound? Does the unread tumblr really exist?
Only as loudly as the silent tree falls.
Well, that was fast.
Two posts in a row to marvel at the speed of time. If this keeps up pretty soon things are going to start to feel backwards… I have no idea how this semester managed to slip through my fingers. Definitely a ton of good and bad things- life is experience, i guess. In the midst of finals, I’m finding pleasure in the small things- snow last night, strawberry ice cream, and late night chats with the suitemates… It’s kind of scary, don’t you think? I feel so caught up in planning and obligations and realize that full weeks have gone by. It makes me kind of miss summer when all I have to worry about is going to work during the day. Speaking of which, guess who needs a job? This guy.
All for now, folks.
OKAY.
Where did this summer go? Seriously though, it was the longest summer I’ve ever had and I feel like August RACED by… I’m excited to go back to school, but I’m not ready yet! Haha, I guess I got used to working and playing…. no classes. Eeeeep…
It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.
I took this in February ‘10. Miss it already :/
First year at NYU? Check. Wait what!?
I can’t believe it’s over. It’s actually “summer” now… bizarre. Or as those funky Parisians would say, “Zarbi.” It’s weird to be home. I definitely miss the chaos, love, and sleeplessness that was life on the 12th floor, but it’s nice to see the lovely faces of my “friends from home.” What’s that about anyway? The labeling of friends? I guess it’s a reality now. It’s like… in order for people to understand you you have to make all these qualifications: “best friend from home”, “roommate”, “best friend from school”, “bitch across the hall…” But what if somebody falls under more than one category? What then? Haha. Now I’m just being melodramatic. It happens. Especially when you’ve spent a year living with Sarah Bellman (Damn, I wish I could tag her in this, I’ll just make her read it later. Hi Sarah!). OW I’m sitting on my sunglasses. Anyway. I’m gonna go figure something out for breakfast and simultaneously contemplate what exactly a Tumblr is for… Certainly you don’t want to read my daily musings, they are simply not fascinating enough. ;)
Without music, life would be an error.
FIRSTFIRSTFIRST.
So here it is… post # 1. Sort of just trying this out now, feeling like I’m back in my xanga days. 3:44 am and suite bonding is taking place. nyu<3
