College is amazing. Break-ups are awful.
College breaks are gonna be long, lonely, and generally difficult.
City of Brotherly Love my ass. Take me anywhere but here.
The universe clearly wants me to talk to myself more, cause there’s no one else left to talk to.
Well. Here we are.
I’ve committed to Cornell as a Government major and I’ll very likely minor in Arabic/Near-Eastern Studies. I graduate high school in less than three weeks. In under a month, I’ll be on a plane across the pond to go explore my old stomping grounds, with electric bass in hand. I have the best photography job I could ever ask for. Surprisingly enough, even though my life two years ago was considerably darker and more morbid than today, I managed to truck through all the myriad bullshit that high school threw at me.
Now that I’ve slogged through my last deplorable AP Lit and Comp essay, I have a few things left to patch.
1. Over the course of four years, I’ve let far too many beautiful friendships wither. I’ve let myriad relationships (platonic or otherwise) dissolve without cause or warrant, and in order to end my experience in Pennsylvania on a high note, it seems imperative that these connections be rebuilt.
2. I live 5 miles outside one of the biggest hubs of musical discovery in the western world, and I work for a radio station committed to constantly bringing new music to the table. Since I’ll be moving to the middle of nowhere in about 90 days, I need to take every single day to discover something new about music, music photography, or the industry itself.
3. I’ve spent the past four years being stressed about college. This summer is my period to finally relax, appreciate the people and things I have around me, and prepare myself for change that will very hopefully be welcome come move-in day.
This truly is the end of the beginning.
Ran into people I idolized as a freshman in Chipotle on Friday night after rehearsal. I attempted to act natural, and very likely failed miserably. After a brief catch up, I breathed the biggest sigh of relief and promptly ran back to my car and collapsed.
Ladies and Gentlemen: Nostalgia, and the shit it entails.
I just wish I patched things up better.
My load is getting lighter.
Seven weeks until second semester. I can do it.
Hopefully, the college admissions process will be done by Christmas. *knock on wood*
I got into colleges this weekend, 2 for 2 so far. I saw one of my closest friends this weekend for the first time in 1.5 years. I realized that I let way too many people from both home and camp slip out of my life under really superficial circumstances. I let my love life fade and my social life crumble.
I fell in love with New York and didn’t want to leave it. I could forget my entire world and learn the ways of a new one.
This whole college apps nonsense is starting to wear me down. ED will be done this week. Maybe then I can get some real sleep.
WHY THE FUCK DID I LOOK FORWARD TO SENIOR YEAR
SENIOR YEAR IS SO MUCH WORSE
I DON’T FEEL LIKE A PERSON ANYMORE
I’m feeling increasingly black and white.
I told myself I wouldn’t fall in love with an Ivy League school and then Cornell happened.
So I uploaded 3 pictures from the Panic! show at the piazza yesterday and gained 12 followers and got 2700 notes… Good haul.
Shit. Um. Uhhh. Err… Fuck.
How does one talk to cute european girls without, ya know, dying?