Coffee, tea, quarter life crisis?

Having been over 7 months since my last post, I'm taking this moment to procrastinate from my last college assignment ever (a measly 5-9 pger for the AmCiv class which I am pretty much guaranteed to get an A in -- but seriously, why would I be responsible and get it in early when I'm such a brilliant last-minute student... I must be true to form to the very last! I must!). I know no one will probably read this but procrastination and vanity aren't about logic, and neither am I for that matter.

On the brink of the precipice we call 'the real world', I am digging in my heels with the best of them -- and with no small amount of success. Though I will have housing and quasi-employment for the summer, I still have not done anything to prove myself 'gainful'. Coupled with my realization that I really don't want to work ever, it's not the most impressive or ambitious time in my life. What I am with all certainty, however, is a senior citizen -- it seems I bypassed the drunken haze stage of college, all of adulthood proper and moved onto the raisin ranch without even knowing it. A full day for me now includes cataloging my sweaters, drinking myself to drowsiness and curling up in bed at a reasonable hour. I may be the oldest soul to adore the trashy hijinks of Britney Spears and the Olsen Twins.

Circumspection sucks, what's the news for anyone who happens to be tuning in... wow, I'm just like Christian Slater in Pump Up the Volume! Finished Riddim and On Tap without really any hitches but have officially decided it's time for me to put up my jazz shoes in any official capacity and just enjoy standing in the back of classes at B'way Dance Center. The times and my old-age have washed over me, and as much as I thought seniors who complained about being old were liars, I have joined the ranks as a cripple of the young 20s persuasion.

Shoot this man on sight!

As far as classes go it was an equally unimpressive semester. I enjoyed my AmCiv class.. . actually I just enjoyed being worshiped by my professor, Holly Allen is the best! I would have enjoyed Hitchcock if not for the bastardly exploits of that curmudgeon, John Bertolini (click link above). And I found my English department mom in Elizabeth Napier while taking the Booker Prize seminar. She will join John Elder, my English department dad, and Leger and Ted, my film department uncles. And don't even get me started on CK... **siiiigh** Though I did plan to go out with a whisper, I would have liked it to have been a more triumphant, resolved whisper but one does one do. I'll soon drown my sorrows in free booze offered by the college and such cinematic masterpieces as Old School and Dazed & Confused.

Well, I have an extremely unimpressive amount to say considering I've been dormant for over half a year, but that's all folks.
Here's my housing this summer (Broome Street)!
And here's my job!
Just go here for fun...