Like usual, I'm wide awake less than 30 minutes before scheduled wake-up time. Dad and I are driving to Massachusetts in exactly 1 hour and 23 minutes. I am all packed, which is extremely rare given the unfortunate fact that my attention span never developed to that of a normal, full-functioning adult.
This summer. FLEW. by. I can't even believe it.
Life was not even close to the trauma I feared a couple months ago. Obviously. My stupid mind always expects the worst.
This summer was pretty awesome. I had a couple epiphanies and several reassurances and reminders such as:
I love people. New people. Different people. All people. (.. ok most people.)
I love new places.
I love coffee. Medium. A little Half and Half. Two sugars. Small is too small. Large is just too large. Free trade coffee tastes like flowers.
My humor sometimes takes adjusting to. I don't really have an arm disease or arm problem or tragic childhood story about my arm as some people may still believe...
I'm glad I listened to my mother and didn't pursue photojournalism as a career. PR is the right place for me. Funny how the old folks knew first.
I'm glad I listened to my dad's career and living-independently advice. It works flawlessly.
Not all companies make interns do dumb things. I'm thankful everyone was eager to teach and show and my bosses were super.
I'm thankful for all the advice and guidance I received over the past months.
I'm thankful my roommates were awesome. You guys better come to Boston. I'm serious.
I wish I had another month of summer.
Nichole and Damian are the best coffee buddies ever and I owe both of them more than I could fit in a bullet point.
I suck at goodbyes and would rather just duck out without a word because it's easier.
I'm not even going to talk about how I'm facing my senior, AKA final, year at BU. I'll save the angsty, end-of-the-world musings for late at night with the Boston roommates. MUAHAH. Just kidding guys.
Anyways there's no need for that because my family goodbye dinner at P.F. Changs yielded more than just an inflated stomach.
(Let's pretend half the restaurant didn't get this one as well.)
Let the fortune cookie speak for itself. Bide your time, for success is near.
This summer was the first time I'd been to Ann Arbor. It was a lot of firsts for me. This summer was my first:
...time living on another campus. University of Michigan is sooo different than BU. I didn't even see it during the school year, which makes me want to come back for a football game. Apparently it's all the rage here. I wouldn't know. We don't have a football team. I've never tailgated. Moving on.
Gerald.
... time drinking outdoors without fearing jail time.
internship.
Happy Hour. Woooo!
9-5.
... time playing Cornhole. AKA throwing bags of beans (or something) at wooden boards with little holes.
... time playing toss-the-frisbee-at-a-tiki-torch-and-knock-off-the-bottle. Basically instead of a wick, the top of the torch is duct taped and an empty beer bottle is placed on top. The goal is to hit the torch with the frisbee and knock the bottle off so fast the other team can't catch it. Instead, I played try-not-to-take-out-an-elderly-stranger (aka the hosts father.) It's dangerous.
... time I've had to cook for myself or starve. It turned out pretty well. The good news is I'm not sick of spaghetti even though I ate it almost every night.
I've been packing and organizing for approximately 24 hours. I get distracted and start going through things I know will not be coming to Boston with me. The benefit to this is that every year when it's time to go back to school I rediscover old things that weren't always stuffed in a box or drawer.
Like this duct tape wallet made by Tom, a friend and Joe's soccer coach from Indiana two summers ago.
Or that random box of letters. The best of which was from someone we met in a hotel bar in Egypt about seven years ago. He didn't really speak English. Long story. Funny letter delivered after a week of hanging out in silence. He wanted to know if it was possible to be "boyfriends."
And this friendship necklace. You know you had one. From Massachusetts probably about ten years ago. Kim and I couldn't go to the mall without buying something to solidify our friendship.
August 2 Kari: Haha I just had a good laugh to myself about Tatiana asking where you were sitting for football and if BU and BC were idols instead of rivals.
August 2 Me: I just spent $65 at the grocery store. I'm going to have a heart attack. Dad: Welcome to adulthood.
August 3 Noelle: I haven't read for pleasure in YEARS.
August 7 Bridget: There's a woman here with KFC popcorn chicken. Looks sooo yum. I would do bad things for popcorn chicken.
August 7 Nichole: Yes be my Bobbie Brown.
August 12 Joe: You better carry a knife. Or a gun. Or mace. Or a taser. Or brass knuckles.
August 22 Nichole: Quit hitting the pipe before bed.
August 23 Christina: Girl I just moved my bro into St. Johns... I'm checking out the freshmen!!!
Hooray! Another movie based on a book by one of my favorite authors, Chuck Palahniuk. It's been a while since Fight Club. Can't wait to see how Choke does. In select theaters September 26. (Dad Disapproval Factor: 93% He may enjoy the song in the trailer but he will have no interest in the movie and he will scoff at the content.)
Hooray! Leisha Hailey, AKA Alice Pieszecki, from the L Word is in a band. Or girl group. Or something like that. Leisha sings and does synth and bass for Uh Huh Her. I haven't listened more than a couple seconds on MySpace but so far they sound like they could be on the L Word soundtrack. In fact they might be. I don't know. (Dad Disapproval Factor: 73% He may give these ladies a chance, but he's not really one to blast indie electro pop while mowing the lawn.)
Hooray! I have cinnamon buns in the oven. That is not a metaphor. (Dad Disapproval Factor: 3% He may not like the joke but will forget about it after two delicious buns.)
For some reason, a commercial from Switzerland popped into my head the other day. There were two music channels on TV when we lived there. One was MTV Germany and it had a best commercials. My favorite was this guy in a Doner Kebab shop dancing and singing to Britney Spears. I can't find it. Grr.
Here's another favorite. It's for ringtones. It always cracks me up.
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