These people are hard to read, i'll tell ya. I'm not going to give names but people here I don't quite understand them. I don't know if I can trust them or call them my friends yet. I found myself the last two days dreaming about being back in Chicago & waking up to find myself in the out skirts of Boston. My dreams seem more realistic than reality.
We had a spaghetti dinner today with Alaska, Louisiana & my room mates. It was nice. We all sat around in the hot kitchen helping with dinner even though we were all pretty much drenched in sweat. When it was finally done we all sat at the table like a little family. Vampire Weekend was playing on my Ipod deck, so sitting there chowing down wouldn't be that awkward. We shot the breeze, talking about our 'accents' & where we are from. I must say though, I totally suck at eating spaghetti. Let's hope I never go on a date to an Italian restaurant, it will be nothing but failure on my half. After dinner Abi did dishes but asked me to take over. So, I washed the dishes & Alaska dried them, then put them away. These kids are so polite.
Every time I look one of my class mates in the eyes, I can't help but ponder on who they are. Are they good people? Do they like me? Will I see them after graduation? Crap like that. When I look at them I see a mix of things. I see a good person that is just as scared as I am to be in this new place just trying to make something of ourselves. I see an art student who is particularly different than other college kids since we know being an artist will be hard economically but we go to school for it anyways. I see a person just wanting to fit in, but realistically we were all born to stand out.
I'm hot & bothered. This damn heat is ridiculous & absolutely unnecessary. I'm highly thinking about stealing the neighbor's air conditioner while they are sleeping tonight. My only reasonable & logical solution to this nonsense is to sleep in my undies & tank top which will result in nothing but sleeping like a baby tonight.
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