In the middle of a cloud

"So, this is finally it, huh? After 4 short years, it all comes down to this one day. I don't even know if there are enough words in the English language to..."

And so started the entry I had planned on writing about regarding graduation. Seems depressing. Seems true.

Summer is going very well though, and I am enjoying myself.

1) I've been going to see as much music as I possibly can, which has been amazing. I've been to Bonnaroo, seen The National, Beach Fossils, She & Him, Penrose (and the awesome other bands they played with), The Siren Festival (Dom, Surfer Blood, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart), and many more to come hopefully! This summer has been about seeing as much live music as possible, and it's definitely been working out! August is going to be awesome because I get to see Penrose every Monday! Also, the once lauded Sweet Raptor Jesuits are reuniting for a show on August 14th, which I cannot wait for.

2) Work has been good. Very tiring, but good.

peace, love & reunions,

m.w.w.

bingo. bango. bongo.

Hello! It's been about 10 months since I've done this, but hopefully I can shake off the rust and deliver a well-crafted blog post to all our faithful readers out there (aka Mike) just for old time's sake.

Where to even begin. Well, I'm graduating tomorrow, but that's all I'll say about that (if I start to write about graduation, this post will never end). In any case, I still haven't bought my plane ticket home yet. I'm usually bad about buying one early on, but I've never put it off for this long before. I've been saying that I haven't bought it because I have a lot going on right now and I just want to take care of other things first. That is true, but I think the real reason behind it all (which may have been obvious to everyone but me) is that buying a plane ticket is really a cheap symbolization of the school year ending.

Buying that ticket is the first real step towards acknowledging that "it's over," and I am just honestly not ready for that yet. Yes, classes have been over for two weeks now, and yes, Eddie's is covered with chairs and Keating with giant maroon banners, and yes, Fordham has been doing its best to instill a sense of finality in everything that us seniors do, but none of that has been my doing. I get to choose when I buy a ticket home; it's the only thing in this whole situation that I have any sort of control over. When I buy that ticket, I'll be putting the bookend on my undergraduate career, and I want to put that off as long as I can. I guess this turned into a post about graduation anyway. It's not nearly as light-hearted and witty as I was hoping it would be. Oh well, I'll do better next time, when I'm not in the midst of the most important milestone in my life-to-date.

Also, if I see you between now and graduation, I may or may not give you a huge hug and say "This could be the last hug we ever have!" I (inadvertently) made a habit of doing it last night (the phrase "drunken stupor" comes to mind), but any excuse to give and receive hugs is a-okay in my book. I'm such a hippie.

Closer I am to fine,
Mai