No.119: B-Mo-G

I just want to say how both sad and happy this photo makes me. These two, Brian and Greg, kind of rescued my sanity these past few months. Yeah--- LOTS of drama surrounding our friendship, but enh-- they're still my favorites. I had two bouquets of roses on my lap at the time, but I had Aaron take this picture while we were on our way to the wedding. This is the picture of the last Box drive of B-Mo-G. True, Brian and I did drive Greg and Savannah in the Box to the reception, but it's not the same-- that was Mr. and Mrs. Greg W. Glaser.
A lot of my summer and a lot of my winter break, and many many weekends home were spent driving around with these two (and sometimes w/the Geof), listening to music (crappy or excellent), being retarded or having big scary conversations about lives. I also think we lost approximately 85 lighters in this car. And countless change. And for a while a record player lived in the trunk.
I guess I'm just feeling nostalgic. Greg is married and doing well with "Savvy" in Tennessee. I'm proud of him, but I miss him, too. And I know Brian HAS to. It's strange, having a married friend. None of us ever thought it would be Gregs first. Maybe me, we thought, although that came to a sudden obvious halt, but then maybe Brian (to get it out of the way and get back to business- lolz) or Chris. We'll see who follows it up, I suppose.
Going over to Geof's tonight to watch Across the Universe with the boyses. It'll be good to see Bri, but mostly I just need a break. So glad I finished all my work (sans editing my Spanish composition, which I suppose I'll have to do tomorrow night). Have to read A Room of One's Own for Wednesday, but it's shortish, and I like Virginia Woolf. Just glad to not be reading Henry Adams any more. I was shocked to find out in his e-mail yesterday that the Fox loved Education. Unexpected.

Need a nap.
Costco run was successful, but that place is nerve wracking.

H.

Rawr?

Before I start: I've decided "peculiar" is a stupid word.

I go back to the Hop in three weeks. Most of the Liberty kids are leaving Tuesday. Kathryn left this morning to my great distress. Tess doesn't go back til the 23rd, but I'll be at Mason every day from then on to see her, so that won't really matter. Kendall leaves on Thursday, I think, so tonight there's a party thing at her place to celebrate. Should be good. Everyone is pretty psyched to be in the pool. The weather has been so perfect, lately, and especially perfect pool weather.

Boys are stupid, btw. Matt and I had our third big argument since we've been talking again today about the DUMBEST thing ever. I'm so frustrated. I really want to be doing this relationship the right way and being a good friend and praying right for him. Alone, I care so much about him and feel everything so strongly, and then when we talk it all goes to Hell and I end up just wanting to throttle him.

and then there's, you know-- all the other things going on. Blah.

I watched about 5 hours of Top Chef yesterday after giving Mom's car the BEST cleaning of its life. Then I took a shower and did my nails. Stayed up til 2 reading The Green Mile, which for being a Stephen King novel, is pretty freaking amazing. The Known World, another novel I'm reading (slowly) is pretty good, but irritating in that it was about 80000 characters with generic names and is becoming boring. I might abandon it and pick up White Noise again. I want to finish that before I go back to school.

Haven't written anything since Vail, when I started the novella I'll never finish. I did find out some interesting information about crack and crack addicts while researching for it, though, so at least I've got that handy now. (Psht!)

In other news: I payed off my STUPID FREAKING PARKING TICKET! (which, btw, The Greek, although he was parked in the same illegal space on the other side of the road, escaped). But now I'm poor as dirt. Unfortunate, b/c I think I've finally got Mom to a place where she won't flip out about my next tattoo, which, being planned for my wrist, is EXTREMELY more visible than my previous one.

I'm learning a lot in the studies I'm doing each morning. Church is kind of exciting now-- I'm getting this sort of exhilaration reading the Bible. The MacArthur Bible John gave me for my b-day is awesome, too. So there's that.

More later. Maybe even something substantial.
Meanwhile, go listen to "Hammertime Medley" by Jimmy Fallon. Hy-sterical.

<3 h.

Transfer?

People keep asking me if I'm staying at JHU. This is because earlier in the year I was thinking about transferring to Georgetown. Well, I'm not transferring to Georgetown.

I keep telling people yes, that I'm staying at Hopkins. But I've sort of begun to wonder why. Don't get me wrong, I like my school, I love my friends, and Baltimore is now and forever "my city". But I've just been thinking about my studies more, and what I want to do. My mother always tells me that she hopes I don't end up in Baltimore for keeps. I think this is because she fears I will end up like my father (who, while being a successful microbiological chemist, has never really done anything outside of and has never really left Baltimore). But I don't know. I don't know that I would have a problem with that. Would I prefer to end up as the Editor in Chief of The Chicago Tribune? Sure, okay, I wouldn't complain or anything if that's what God has for me. But at the same time, I used to dream about being a prize winning restaurant chef with a PhD in European and Latin American Literature with two best sellers on the market. Not saying that that's realistic or anything, but I'm wondering here, if Hopkins is really the route I want to go to pursue even a smidgeon of that dream. Besides, the weather sucks.

So I've been thinking about other schools, possibly cheaper (although none of what I've come up with are that much better), in different locations, with more opportunities. So far: Sarah Lawrence (who cut down forests to send me mail for a while), NY; Goucher, MD ; Emerson, MA; Tufts, MA; Reed, OR; Seattle U, WA; Colby College, ME; Pomona College, CA; UC Santa Cruz, CA. Right now Tufts and UCSC are looking really good. Completely different areas, equally appealing. USSC is winning harder, b/c honestly, I'm obsessed with that place. It's like it reached 1964 and then stopped. They surf there. Can you imagine? That's probably where I will end up not going, b/c there's no way God would let me around that many attractive boys with shaggy hair. Hannah + intelligent surfers= DANGER!

Don't know. I'm thinking about it. I'd like to have your thoughts, you 5.

-H. Love.