So far, it's better than I could have hoped. On New Year's day, I went to see The Black Keys at the Aragon Ballroom with my FAVOURITE PEOPLE for free and I spent the night dancing, singing, riding around with the sunroof open, blasting music, eating Mexican food, and drinking Horchata with vodka. Nights like that just reaffirm my love of the city. The city at night FAR SURPASSES the city during the day, especially after a concert. All that adrenaline is bursting out of you, everyone is your best friend, everyone looks better, the world seems better, and the night is perfect. I didn't wash my pants after that, I "kept the night on them" as Michael Cera would say in Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist. But it's nights like that I wait for and want to repeat every night until the decadence starts eating away at me.
So the new year has been good, except for today -which sucked. I was listening to "Sunday Morning" by The Velvet Underground and I got really emotional each time Lou Reed sang, "watch out, the world's behind you..." I literally started crying and shaking and I called my mom. That song just got me thinking that, even though I'm told to enjoy college because once I'm in the "career-driven adult world" I'm "never going to have that kind of free time again" and "live in the moment", I have to think about the future and the world. So I thought about all of that, which made me more stressed and nervous, which added to tears and yelling, all before 11 a.m.
Now it's 8:15 and I'm sitting here, in a dorm, listening to the smokers outside of my window ramble, thinking about the fact that I'm at a college that a) doesn't have my major and b) sucks the life out of me. Ok...b) is a bit dramatic but really I don't even care to show up to class. I do and I only do so to get good grades and get the fuck out. But in the end, I'm just spending my days going through the motions and if this is the last time I'm going to get to enjoy this "young adult freedom", shouldn't I be excited about it?
