posers?

1. they all have such amazing expressions, it looks posed
2. red sox beat the yankees 14-3...um, what?
3. i'm going to miss them too much, but,
4. ruggles snuggles!

Adj.

Yesterday was entirely surreal.

Walking into a first-floor apartment on one of those beautifully quiet streets on the upper west side, smelling nothing but the yellowed pages of old books, finally gaining some sort of understanding of Wyatt [some]

Transversing Central Park, being as amazed as always that I'm INSIDE the city, inside this huge home of nature inside manhattan. Trying to convince my socialist friend why Lopez Obrador isn't good for Mexico [impossible]

Being woken up from a nap by a bum who classified Rudi as my "best friend" and Neha as my "best friend's woman," only to be asked for a blunt, or at least some change for him to get "really fucked up tonight" [honest, affected]

Waking up on a hill next to a rock that looked like the sacrificial stone in Narnia and verbalizing my never-said-out-loud thoughts, then remembering the path of friendships from sophomore to junior to senior year, feeling ok with saying this to my future rommmate [frightening, carefree?]

Having a lunch too big for my body in a swanky non-hole-in-the-wall hole in the wall stuck between a janky deli and a jankier deli. [not janky]

Getting some amazing perspective from my mom--exhausting yourself, aprehensive of your future, lacking a home base VS. staying up late studying and learning and getting your columns printed. [Why so lucky?]

Laughing harder than the other 9 or so people at the 10:30 showing of American Dreamz at Lincoln Center [mmmmmmm]

beautiful friend, the end

Freshman year is over and I didn't even notice.

Somewhere in between writing about the end of freshman year, reading about the Era of Anti-Intellectualism in Nigeria, taking pictures on my roof while I was supposed to be studying, and hugging my Lit Hum teacher goodbye, freshman year disappeared.

Somewhere in between cupcakes and biography bookstores and amazing $250 dinners and going days at a time without talking to him and staying up all night in my empty apartment watching Sleepover on movies-on-demand, we stopped being freshmen.

One moment I was replying to facebook messages about having to see people before the school year ended, and the next I was drinking cranberry drinks in the basement of some bar with my favorite journalists and then screaming "have a good summer" to the deputy opinion editor as he took the other exit out of the 116th street stop.

A week ago I went into the library to write 543290 papers and left behind the soft pink flowers on college walk, and when I came out, the trees had no flowers and no longer looked like spring, but summer.

Now I'm trying to remember all these events and moments that made the end of this year arrive unnoticedly. Wyatt's asleep on his top bunk and I'm using Naim's internet cable, sitting amidst his "college boxes" (your ultimate student solution!) and Wyatt's foot is dangling off his bed and I'm thirsty and gmail is blinking orange, so that means he's back from recording a Zatoichi movie downstairs.


OH and then somewhere, somehow, Mexico decided to maybe legalize drugs and the artists of the 16 Crosby Street CO-OP decided to not let us live there.