Ugh. So I'm finally in New York at "college" even though classes don't start until a week from today. It has been quite a ride so far, from leaving several necessary items at home (sextuple check you've brought everything before you leave, if you haven't gone yet), to entering into the domain of Satan, or maybe just one of his vacation spots, also known as Brittany Hall. Let's just say that it feels as if someone has doused me in horse's semen every time I spend an extended period of time in my suite and/or one of the bedroom's. In other words, no air, lots of sucking.
Last night, on my way to receive some sort of initiation into the world of Draconian Dave Jesteadt, I intended to make my way quickly and concisely to spend an evening with my favorite Rockbrook alum (who attends NYU, that is). We talked intensely for large quantities of time, during which, I trolled the streets of New York trying to find my way to his confusing ass dorm. Suffice to say, these conversations were terse, awkward and altogether on the cell phone. The weather outside was not exactly conducive to a pleasurable experience either. After dropping this deuce I have brewing, I'll have most likely lost a good deal of weight.
Finally finding Dave's dorm, I enjoyed a short television watching and then made my way back to Brittany with directions from a friend of his. Which took me a good ten minutes. Compared to the earlier 45. What I'm saying is, if you get lost and wander around the NYU campus (meaning half of Manhattan, or so it seems), you will see a various ammount of things. Beautiful women, regular looking women, women that aren't actually women as evidenced by their voices which rival a baritone. Awesome.
I miss Omaha and the Wandyteeth crew and, well, pretty much anyone who doesn't suck. Come visit if you can. We can party it up. Maybe.
Signing off.
It's almost go-time and that makes me skittish with excitement and dread. The last few days I've almost felt like a ghost, unable to concentrate on anything while every movement made feels like someone breathed it from their lungs despite that everything still feels extremely heavy, moreso than usual.
This period of time makes me reminisce about a certain Pavement (greatest band of all time, past, present or future) song lyric which I'm cribbing from the first Comp assignment we had as seniors: "Everything's ending here" (Malkmus, Slanted & Enchanted: Luxe & Reduxe, Disc I, Track 04: "Zurich is Stained", Matador Records, 2002).
It's, of course, impossible to keep in touch with everyone and for this single reason, the allure of college seems tarnished. For all those who believe that this simply presents an opportunity to grow outward and to have new experiences, it seems more like everyone is dying. Like we're all exoskeletons akin to Dr. Zoidberg in Futurama which, whence deceased, deteriorate. And we'll soon become the Luxe & Reduxe versions of what we once were.
Oh well. All for the best, I suppose. Thursday night is my ride into the sunset. If you want to touch me, dance around me or talk with me, that would be a good time to do so.
I'm sorry if this was some heavy shit. It's just that those always feel the best to unload. And also I'm listening to Joel's favorite band play probably their best song ("True Love Awaits") on iTunes with the little repeat sign a neon blue with a circled numeral one. It's depressing in the best of ways.
Imagine a gigantic animal which is a mixture of an Alaskan malamute and an American black bear or Alaskan bear giving a thumbs up. That expresses my happiness by association with this place. Visit often. Support the teeth. Be our braces.