the end, part one

it's over, or just begun
this is the end, part one

-violet archers


this week has been a landmark week for several reasons. for one thing, i turned the most coveted age in the history of humanity, 21 - where i can now get my drink on any time i want, be it lunch, dinner, elevensies, or a boring lecture. while this sentiment brings a smile to my face, it also makes me think - after this birthday, there's precious little in the hallmark section that will celebrate things pertinent to my life. that is, after the big VENTE y UNO, and graduation, there's really nothing else guaranteed to celebrate. every birthday from now on will be surrounded by snide remarks about how wizened and decrepit i'm getting, and gag jokes of prune juice and depends.

it has also been the last first week of classes for my time as an undergraduate. that's a little bittersweet slash bizarre, since i still feel like a freshman some days. the days when i wake up and think, "hmm, maybe i'll hit up the dining hall before i head to my english 111 class, and then hang out in the dorms." but there are others where it hits me that the centrifugal force of my life pushes me forward, not backward, and also: time travel is impossible.

i get to write minimalistic poetry in my poetry workshop. which is kind of just writing random words in a special order, or just not using spell check. my professor thinks that anything from the minimalistic pen of aran saroyan is brilliant, but i have my qualms.

example:


Shakespeare!













nnausea





figures.

quote of the day: "it must be all that global warming"

i collect memories like lindsey lohan collects dui's

and so here it is at last, the last vestiges of summer.

here i sit on the burgandy sofa with a down comforter wrapped around my feet (despite the fact that it's nearly 90 and there's more humidity than a miami nightclub - i blame bad circulation) with thunder rumbling about and ominous storm clouds left and right. and i sit and think about this summer in retrospect: the good, the bad, the ugly, the heinous and bizarre, the serendipitous and unscrupulous.

CHAPTER THE FIRST: EURO-INVASION

i went to europe.
i lived in london.
ireland was pretty sweet.
so was prague.
i drank some guiness, mingled with the locals, did a laughable 3-pub pub crawl, saw the queen, prince william, and all the royals.
i saw the foundations of civilizations - from the rosetta stone to egyptian ruins to shit in a can at the tate modern.
i must've been to every underground station at least once.
i snogged.
brighton was a bit tacky, but fun.
i learned the definition of the word "bitty."
i made some big moves.
i sang karaoke, went on a dj date, and sipped a cosmopolitan.
i lived a londoners life.

and i loved it.

CHAPTER THE SECOND: INDENTURED SERVITUDE

i got home from said euro-invasion with a sizable dent (note: black hole) in my bank account. to atone for said discrepancy in budget, i returned to the bane of my existance,
the
fairlawn
country
club.

i will not pollute my blog with the mundane, boring, and otherwise inconsequential.


CHAPTER THE THIRD

senior year ...... (?) at miami.

this is to be continued.


this is the worst novel ever.