Yipee.

It's been a long while since I've posted here.

I am a graduate. Yipee. I have been ready-ready to get on with it, and I can't wait to go on to grad school. Speaking of which, I have finally decided - if you don't know, I had technically said yes to three different grad schools because I didn't know if I would be getting enough money to attend LSE (London School of Economics) so I had to pick a back-up school in the states. Unfortunately, I had little idea of where I would want to go here. So, it came down to New School University for Social Research and SDSU (San Diego State University). Logically and financially speaking, while LSE is an amazing opportunity given to me, it wasn't the best choice. And, since SDSU gave me money money to go, I won't have to worry about it as much. Whee. So, if you haven't figured it out by now - I am going to SDSU.

Graduation was fun. Packing was annoying, and I must thank Heather, Joe, and Momo for helping me out with everything. Without them, I'd still be in Ithaca. Packing.

Flight home was fun, more stops than usual - Ithaca to La Guardia to Washington DC to LAX. It was nice because US Airways had me fly with United, which has more room than other airlines I've been on in the past (And, let's face it, I've been on MANY).

My plan for this summer is to relax before going crazy at grad school. The highlight of the summer will be the World Cup. Duh.

Alright, that's it for now kiddos.

Who knows?

I just came back from "the City". Admittedly, I liked it much more than I thought I woould. I've been given a lot to consider here. Too many things to think about. OY.

Who knows where it will lead me?

Oh Dear

indeedy.

Fuck it Bucket, Where's the Bucket?

So Heather let me come with her to the Dollar Tree, then Walmart. Then instead of saying Bucket Bucket Where's the Bucket?, she said... Fuck it Bucket Where's the Bucket?. She is in denial about it. But I know what I HEARD!

Break!

Instead of writing my paper, I decided to look up one of my favorite quotes from the West Wing instead.

"I had hoped to be standing here tonight under very different circumstances and I have been asked, by people I respect, to take the opportunity to support one of the other fine candidates who have made this race with me. To help decide who our nominee will be, but I can't do that. I can't do that because it is not my place to decide who our nominee will be. That decision is yours and yours alone. You know, there's been a great deal made today of Governor Baker's decision not to disclose his wife's minor medical decision. Many people believe that he should have, but I don't believe Governor Baker failed to disclose it because he was ashamed or embarrassed. I think he didn't disclose it because we're the hypocrites, not the Bakers. Because we're all broken --- every single one of us --- and yet we pretend that we're not. We all live lives of imperfection and yet we cling to the fantasy that there's a perfect life and that our leaders should embody it, but if we expect our leaders to live on some higher moral plane than the rest of us, well, we're just asking to be deceived. Now, it's been suggested to me this week that I should try to try to buy your support with jobs and the promise of access' it has been suggested to me that party unity is more important than your democratic rights as delegates. That's right, it's not and you have a decision to make. Don't vote for us because you think we're perfect. Don't vote for us because of what we might be able to do for you only. Vote for the person who shares your ideals, your hopes, your dreams. Vote for the person who most embodies what you believe we need to keep our nation strong and free. And when you have done that you can go back ... [home]... with your head held high and say, 'I am a member of the Democratic Party.'"

Yea, I know... not really a quote, but more of a speech. But you know. I like it.

Anyways. Back to my paper!

Chief Joseph of Nez Perce

I am tired of fighting.

Our chiefs are killed.
Looking Glass is dead.
Toohulhulsote is dead.
The old men are all dead.
It is the young men who say no and yes.
He who led the young men is dead.

It is cold and we have no blankets.
The little children are freezing to death.
My people, some of them,
Have run away to the hills
And have no blankets, no food.
No one knows where they are-
Perhaps they are freezing to death.
I want to have time to look for my children
And see how many of them I can find.
Maybe I shall find them among the dead.

Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired.
My heart is sad and sick.
From where the sun now stands
I will fight no more forever...

-Chief Joseph of Nez Perce

It's IMPLIED.

Somedays, I get stressed out. It's true. No surprise, right? People will be able to tell when I'm stressed. I will be either a prickly lion or a person dying from an attack of the giggles. Or, a sarcastic bastard. Who knows. Maybe you don't see it.

Today, I felt like I had two separate minds. One felt stressed out and the other was incredulous at people's audacities (does that even make sense?). Sure.

Regardless of that fact, I feel like this week is better than last weeks. Simply because I still have a little bit more energy left from the weekend of sleep I had. I am still sick, and my mom has decided that the reason my cough/cold is taking so long to go away is because of the lung contusion from my accident. Possible? Who knows. Oh, that's right - a doctor. Eh. Even then... Anyways, I sound like a boy going through puberty - my voice is just all over. At the same time, I find it fun because my voice is different.

On to newer and better things...

I am formulating a plan to get my suitemates to come to LA during the summer. We could go Disneyland, or eat churros at the Pier or at Disneyland. Doesn't it sound grandiose?

Yay!

I'm listening to Coldplay... how about you?