Crossroads Seem to Come and Go

Hell yesss i'm the gipsy... i'll fly coast to coast, (country to country?)

Sad to be leaving DC, but happy to be going back to italia.




But I'll be back, DC, you just wait and see. At the beginning of this little journey I was in a strange place-- Hopping from Albany to Bridgton to Rome to DC in a very short amount of time and when I got here I think I was a little dizzy. Once I grounded myself (well, sort of), I was able to take in some of the more positive aspects around here-- and dive right into its wonders. Usually I crave those uncomfortable transitions in new places, and when I first arrived I hadn't embraced that yet. Honestly, the only reason I ended up here was because before I studied in Italy, I deferred my placement in this program to this semester. Fortunately, Chelsea now goes to school here, and so the prospect of coming became super exciting and less random. Not too mention, I got here a week late and felt rather thrown into an abyss of disorganization and frantic students... of which I needed to find friends, and fast! Fortunatly, I fell right into a little crew of awesomeness, who cradled me in their loving arms and haven't gotten rid of me since. Sorry Nicole, Kath, and Hope.. But seriously, how did I end up here? My life is a sequence of extremly random places, people, events, and ideas. Go figure. I love it.

It really is strange to look back just a couple months ago.. the massive snowstorm that essentially cut off DC from everything (getting from point A to point B) and we were all on the edge with cabin fever. We've seen the cherry blossoms, the museums, some political hype, etc., and now we have to go?! I don't want tooo!!! I'll have that little transitional period back in Maine for about 9 days and then I'll be off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Fed(erico)...! Gawddd help me get a job and fast. I'm broke! The metro here sucks up my money like you wouldn't believe! You don't even have a metrocard, you actually just exchange your first born child at entrance and exit! Mom and dad, if you're reading this, my bank account gently weeps... just kidding but i'm totally serious.

Anywhooo... I'm back on facebook now, as you all can probably tell. Sorry. I actually hate it, it's the biggest time-suck ever, because you get caught up in looking at bobby-joe's sister's roommate's aunt's ex-boyfriend's dentist's best friend's album from his trip to Trinidad and East Gistenbergland for like 2 hours and then you're like, WTF? Not to mention Fedster doesn't even have it anymore! basically, it's just a place where my friends who i already talk to everyday and i can facebook chat about the douchebag typing too loudly at the desk across from us, or for us to stalk each other's lives and lovers and potential lovers and the douchebag sitting across from us. and look at that dude's album from his trip to east gerkinstine. Or maybe I'm alone on this one, maybe you all are actually productive human beings when you have work to do.. and you actually sit down and do your work.

so yeah, sorry if i'm aimlessly talking here. you don't have to read if you don't want to.. pretty much, jenny, emily, and my sis will read this, and whatever, i like you guys.. so that's cool. sometimes i just like to write, OKAY? be thankful i don't submit the thoughts beyond the forefront of my brain.

oh and PS, Siena COllege is run by REPUBLICANS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE IT ALL SUCKS SGJNADKFGN AD;FKGJNG. Housing... goddamn HOUSING. That goddamn man.. the things I would do... I'm pretty sure he writes "lottery numbers" down in the dirt somewhere and somehow uses this process in deciding housing. once again, we got FUCKED OVER. I'm a good student, I've paid my dues- tuition and just sucking it up when we got fucked last year too.. and we didn't get a townhouse? If I could, I would transfer (and take my friends with me). Siena College, further proof of my random life (how did i end up there?)

so yep.. i'm running out of steam now. internship tomorrow. early morning, gross. and trying to finish up my papers before the end of the week.. woah. life moves quickly, eh? i'm sad to say goodbye to people, because as we know, i cannot so much as meet a cashier at a grocery store without wanting to know their whole life and staying in touch with them for forever and always hahaha... so sorry new friends (crew of awesomeness) you're stuck with me for a while :)