On Summertime...

*cue the obligatory Will Smith song*

Ah, yes. We have once again arrived at the point in time where we as young adults have the right, damn near obligation, to set loose, go out, forget work, and make less than reasonable mistakes. It's the summer, and it not only brings with it the end of classes and my birthday, but it may also be seen as the harbinger of a multitude of other pleasantries.

And here's a compiling of my favorites as I sit at my desk, finished with all assignments due, at 10-something AM:

• midnight movie viewings (Transformers is the ish. If you haven't seen it, you're late already.) HP will be that crack. Yeah, I said it.
• 3 AM IHOP. Not to be confused with 3 AM WaHo in the L during the academic year. See, that 3 AM IHOP is significantly sweeter and delicious because you don't go back to your dorm room feeling the syrupy guilt digesting in your stomach...
• summer weekends! ie. 5 PM Friday-11 PM Sunday night. 11 PM because I've assigned myself a summer bedtime for Sundays. Law school apparently induces suicide-level stresses, and I don't need that kind of problem compounded with sleep deprivation. Depression isn't sexy folks...
• COOKING OUT. Nothing better than carcinogens on red meat. I'm actually serious on this.
• music overload. Welcome back to the city little girl, bring with you your deprived ears and saturate them with caressing melodies, witty rhymes, and new artists. (Wale's "Chillin'" is a new must. Not new per se, but a definite windows down blaster for me.)
• co-worker interaction. Indulge in the inter-office drama from the outside and temporarily as you, the perennial intern, are subject to it for only 2-3 months. teheehee.
• DVR/TiVo. You are no longer a true TV-watcher until you have induced comatose behavior to enjoy a full season of a show that was not available on your campus. (see: HBO's Brand New Voices. My heart was always with Hawaii, no lie. And if that Philly coach had cried ONE MORE TIME, I was going to take a train ride and whoop up on him. Punk.)

This list is not exhaustive by any means, but someone just did the I'm-going-to-walk-into-your-cubicle-and-be-nosy routine. You're not slick...

More later!

On Spring Term...

A lot of people got me really excited about the prospects of being in my small liberal arts college town during the six week mini-mester. However, this term has ended up being the dreariest, coldest, least sun-filled spring term in anyone's memory.

I think I may have something to do with it... Carrying 10 credits for six weeks (when normal folk are hitting anywhere between 0 and 4), I think I've brought the tears of the Lord down to this campus because I procrastinated my twelve week terms covering my tracks with the excuse of "taking advantage of my liberal arts options" when my major motivation happened to be NOT taking a lab science.

But I will say this, spring term has had a few interesting experiences for me:

-the resurrection of Truth or Dare as a hilarious pastime
-the resurgence in love of film and poetry
-the re-dedication to Biblical catching up/study
-the return to randomized late night fun

All that, and some Ouija board sessions, have made this term...interesting...to say the least (and kept me remiss in my duties as a good blogger...).

I'll be back, I promise.

On Social Interactions (The Party Edition)...

Partying to different people means different things. To some, partying is a full out event, including the pre-, during, and post- sessions. Others use it as a miniature diversion in between studying/working. Still some decide that partying is an excuse to partake in behavior that they would normally condemn if seen outside of a dark, humid, sweaty, alcohol-tinged lens.

What do I think of it?

Well...personally, I think that partying can be best described as a way for me to enjoy the company of others in a setting where we all are relaxed, happy, and energetic. It becomes a place where we can all dance and move around in each other without having to explain ourselves because everyone else feels the beat is breathing in the atmosphere and has let go of the complicated thoughts of the day.

Picture this:

You walk into a room, reasonably lit, with light reflecting off of the white surfaces in an irresistible glow...the bass of the music resounds in your ears, drowning out the panicked racing of you heart from life's stresses...almost sub-consciously, your body moves to the beat that you have been carried into the center of the room by, pulled as if by a lasso...and you just move, touching others occasionally, sometimes intentionally other times by chance, but either way, you just go with it...conversation is limited to smiling and singing lyrics across small groups of other party-goers...and as the needle scratches the vinyl of that song, the party pulses in unison, knees bent, heads high, hands moving, as one...

From the Chitlin' Circuit drop-ins of decades past to the extravagance of Gatsby's West Egg smashes, partying is a part of life.

Love it.