I tripped on the stairs running up to my room, and I cuddled with Dumbo:)
After realizing we could get radio reception, I immediately proceeded to 96.5 KOIT (LITE ROCK, LESS TALK) and there was no better way to cross the line between Tracy (the middle of nowhere) and Livermore (civilization) than to discover Peter Gabriel’s croon through the car’s speakers. Hence, Your Eyes.
Within the first hour of the adventure I MAJORLY failed. My phone died. and the 5 CDS I made DID NOT WORK. Beyond that, it was an easy trip.
My last full day in Orange until April 5th entails: cleaning the living quarters, struggling to minimize the tons of dirty clothes I need to bring home, exchanging “goodbyes” and “I’ll see you later”(s), relaxing to Joanna Newsom, sending good vibez and all my love to dt, anticipating my mom’s joyful face when she sees me tomorrow. Anything else I should add? I wish. There’s something. But it’s an odd request. Wahhhh.
Last night, I attended Chapman’s Concert Intime- a showcase of various student choreographed dance pieces. Let me just say, a dance almost brought me to tears. It has been quite some time since a piece has done that to me. I held it in though. Of course. That’s how it always goes, at least, recently. I have been good at keeping feelings to myself lately, and putting up a wall. Being mysterious. I am just scared- that’s all. Hmph.
I love hanging out with my future roommates, btw. Celebrating Tricia’s birthday was just too much fun. Too much. It was sweet and simple. I was laughing myself limp.
I know that the next two weeks will be painful to get through, especially with spring break loitering in my mind. I need to organize my brain more, but it is difficult considering this killer sore throat. My body is definitely punishing me for what I did to it this weekend. Nevertheless, the adventures were lovely these past four days. I loved it a lot, A LOT.
and yeah, I am listening to The Get Up Kids. They are a great nostalgic band- no matter what you say.