Yeah hi.
Done done done! Saturday morning (well, actually nearly 3pm).
Setting the record yesterday, I handed in an assigment FOUR DAYS EARLY, expediting the end of the semester. Or 'term', but that's a weird thing to say in America.
So, done! It's a bit weird really, what do I do? Exchange kids are packing out of Stony Brook, heading home. Local kids are (already) gearing up for all their unpaid summer internships, and summer classes, which begin in about 2 weeks. Unpaid internships are a BIG DEAL here..everyone's seeking them. Seems it's the only way that people with a Bachelors degree can actually get into a field that they studied. However I know people who are going back for their 2nd, 3rd summer at the same place- still no cash.
I've written a mothhherlong list of all the stuff that needs to happen now, now that I can't procrastinate any longer. Couchsurfing in the city, sorting out travel insurance, getting shots for Central America, finishing off my final batch of 'New York- Wonder City!" postcards, cleaning my room, dying my hair. I'm not sure whether to stick around Stony Brook and chill with the crew, or go to the City and play there for a week, or start adventuring to a part of the country I've never been. I actually just found $450 return flights for Oregon next week, SO TEMPTING. I know some kids there and I'll just have to see if that'll work or not. Either way, it's wonderful to be able to decide impulsively again, and not be tied to that stupid attendance grade.
After finishing up with assessment I rolled to the city, found myself on a lucious lawn in Central Park just north of the Jackie Onassis Reservoir, put on some Nicolas Jaar, and went to sleep in the glorious sun. There were French children running around, picnics, doods with their shirts off, couples, daschunds, the whole shebang. Then I found a vegetarian cafe on the Upper West Side and did some people watching whilst I nommed a quinoa salad. The place is booming right now. Give New York City a balmy Friday night and all 8 million of them are on the streets. Then Pies my sister called and I wandered around, before catching the N/Q/R train (Not Quite Right, Not Quite Right) down to Greenwich Village- saw 'Gay Street!' ( I didn't think that place actually existed!) towards Webster Hall. Saw M. Ward, and it was delicious ordering an $8 bud (thanks, bitches) and retreating to a velvet bench overlooking the theatre and doing some journal/ people-watching/ breathing. It's a nice feeling when you're peaceful enough just to be, when you don't want to do anything else than just sit and soak it up. Once M. Ward started playing I went downstairs and everyone was kind of swaying, jigging in a "We're-New-Yorkers-But-Deep-Down-I-Guess-Country-Music's-Ok" kind of way. It was a lovely show, then caught the train all the way home, watched an episode of Mad Men, and passed the F out.
Today, who knows? I'm totally out of Money until '11am Sydney/Melbourne time'- what's that, like 8 hours? Thanks commonwealth. Imma watch more Mad Men, finish 'How to be a Woman' by Caitlin Moran- a freaking brilliant read- do more chores, and basically not do anything. Weird to stop!
Will keep you posted re: Oregon plans, and if they eventuate or not.
Oh and also, 'balls'. Important. Over the last week I've realised that everyone just needs to grow a pair of balls. For a while now I've held back on certain stuff- on my music, on being brave, on just DOING something without fretting about it. So, from now until it gets old, Imma live by the 'balls' way of life. Maybe a tattoo on the forehead ala Garden State. But seriously. Should I go talk to that person? Should I promote the sounds that I'm making? Should I invite everyone around -even people I've only spoken to once- for a Monster Going Away See Ya Stony Brook Pahty (Potty)? Should I travel by myself and just meet people along the way? Balls.
Obviously, yes.
Until soon, my loves.
G
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