Payday

That's right folks. A- on my first graded paper since high school. I forgot what it's like to get grades, because my college doesn't give them. But thanks to the Five College Consortium that makes Western Mass such an academic paradise, I've remembered what it's like to skim the professor's comments while holding your breath until you see that letter. I like getting written evals, but sometimes it's nice to see everything all wrapped up in one character.

Also, I'm getting my paycheck today! Thanks, Phonathon. You kicked my ass this semester and now I'm gonna get what I deserve. That being mixers for the party my house is throwing tonight. It's kind of a preshow for the Hampshire Halloween debauchery that will take place later on. We plan on playing games and sipping neon colored drinks (New Amsterdam Gin and Mountain Dew for me) in addition to making jokes and showing off our costumes. I have a pretty killer one. There will be pictures soon. But here's the general idea:

There will be a blonde wig and possibly some hot ham water. No word on whether or not I'll find someone dressed as Tobias to take pictures with. But I did a test run last night and it all looks pretty good. Here's to another Hampshire Halloween.

Mismatched socks

I've been a most neglectful blog owner. Things have gotten overwhelming and sometimes when that happens I just want to let them happen and pass instead of writing about them. I've had a lot of work and my house is a mess and it's been hard to just find time to sit and be. I couldn't even find matching socks this morning.

I'm taking this blustery Friday off to get pumpkin milkshakes in town and go to a glowstick party tonight. Hopefully autumnal treats and neon booty shaking will be just what the doctor ordered, because I'm feeling a little less than on top of my game right now. I wish I could make this blog entry longer, but I'm groggy and I just want things to slow down.

Boston and Nostalgia.

I have an absurd amount of things to look forward to. Also a lot of work, but I figure that'll get done some way or another. I got up a little earlier than expected this morning, so I'm listening to Regina Spektor and blogging until I decide to get on with the day. I've got last-minute shopping, a meeting with a professor about serving on my Divison 2 committee, and packing. I'm escaping to Boston in the early evening, and I couldn't be more excited. I've talked a lot about my love for New York City before, and I do love it, but my love for Boston is a different kind of love.

I did a lot of my growing up in Wellesley, Mass. It's about 40 or so minutes outside of Boston, so I spent a lot of time there as a kid. The penguins at the Aquarium were some of my closest friends, I knew how to expertly navigate the Museum of Science and The Children's Museum, and Christmastime meant The Nutcracker at The Wang Theater. Boston is always served with a heavy dose of nostalgia for me. I can't walk past The Four Seasons without remembering the time my parents took me to The Bristol Lounge and I went straight for the dish of M&Ms. If cities were boyfriends, Boston would be the one that got away. We'll always have something, even if I've got a good thing going with New York now. Every time Ben Affleck makes a movie about Boston, my heart swells a little because my lovely little city is in a big time movie. Even if said movies are always about kidnappings or bank robberies.

As much as I love the home I've made for myself at Hampshire in the month I've been here, I think seeing another place will be good. I'm staying with a good friend from high school who always makes me laugh and always gets where I'm coming from, and my dad and sister are driving up from New York to see me as well. I love it when paths cross, even if someone is meaning to cross them.