Semester's almost over. I'm actually really glad to be going home for the summer ...

Yeah, that feeling's gonna last a good week and a half.

I'll be getting a steady paycheck again. Go to shows. Hopefully get the musical gears grinding again with Jamie and Liz's help. Go to the Toronto comicon again? Let's hope. I need an excuse to dress up as Haruko Haruhara.

But then summer will be over, and I'll have to come back here. Everyone's graduating, moving off to better places and starting their non-academic, adult lives. And I'm here again for another year.

I want
to be
somewhere
ELSE.


But no, no. I won't let the man get me down. No, I won't. Because I will possibly be hanging out with Rainer Maria after their show at the Bowery on the 20th. Who's fucking psyched? I'M FUCKING PSYCHED!!



Complete 180 for a sec:

I like being friends with my ex-boyfriends and ex ... uh ... guy friend people? I dunno what to call them. Point is, I'm glad that I still talk to all of them. I'm glad that I can sit and have a rad conversation, watch a movie or hang out with them and have it not be awkward. A lot of people can't say that about their ex-whatevers. I suppose I'm lucky that way. Some would probably say dumb, but I say lucky.

Granted, sometimes it does get awkward for me when they talk about new girlfriends and such, but I guess I should take that more as a compliment; that they're comfortable enough with me as a friend to talk about such things.