We’ve come to no conclusions that everything we expected was going to happen. We sat for a while; assumed all of the best and took an hour by an hour. It was no longer take it day by day or week by week. You expected to get along with the first person you met or talked to. You cried a few times, slept for 4 hours in the middle of the day, figured out where the best working conditions are. We were looking but not finding. Outside everything was happening; everything moved quickly and we were full of excitement. Inside, we were starving for attention, looking for those right people. We were looking for all the fun and games, experimenting here and there. We were expecting maybe a hint of what the rest of our lives will look like. 4AM’s were normal for bunch of people, thats either cause they didn’t want to sleep, couldn’t think of sleeping or slept till 5pm the day of. You have friends sleep in your bed, people who are no longer strangers walk into your room at 3am and a midnight dinner is accurate especially if you haven’t eaten anything since 1. You missed home so you wanted to make another family here. You wanted the people who’ve you hung out with for the last two months to be those people, but two months of friendships could change in a week. There wasn’t any conclusions of what we should do with our lives for the rest of our lives and whether or not it should continue. There was no obvious hints that everything was going to come into play all in four months. Sending an apology letter to a professor about falling asleep in class the week before finals along with class work, riding a tiny little red wheel cart and “doing work” at 2 am after a rough weekend is what it’s all about. There was no loose ends that needed to be tied up. You get a routine down at some point in the four months of college, and you learn to accept the fact it’s not Harvard but its home. Some time in between 430 am and 1030 am you have to shower, sleep and possibly not pass out from overworking. “Art is easy, you have Fridays off,” yeah we have Fridays off but for the last 5 days I’ve gone to bed at 430 and have waken up at 10:30, 8:30 and or 11:30AM depending on what days you want to talk about. We’re starving artist, looking for nothing more than $20 for art supplies. We sleep some point in-between two classes we have. It is freshman year, first semester and all I’ve learned is it is acceptable to wear the same thing twice if you’ve slept less than six hours the night before. We create art because why not. We run after class to the dorm rooms, grab whatever we need for whatever and dash to our next class. It is no longer goodnight, but good morning.
Rough weekend? Maybe, but we are alive and young and at some point free. “How many roll ups are on your pants?” It’s not a competition but a fashion trend. Aesthetic. It’s alright, it’s acceptable in 2015. It’s not supposed to be a long story; red brick is in and white walls are not. Mom, dad, bring me food?… Wait it’s 2:30 in the morning. You’ve been sleeping for at-least three hours now. I’ve had a few mental breakdowns, possibly a panic attack, and all I can think about is Monday is today and Thursday is in four days. Im very worried that I’ve lost 15 pounds rather than gain 15. Is freshman 15 a real thing? We are children living in a world where the bottle that is hiding underneath the bed cost more then what a college student can afford; 10 shots too many. Bang, it happened. Sorry Fam, I am no longer that innocent child.
Lets throw down sound clouds and beats, no digits or facebooks. Are we alive today, or are we zombies in the land of the free and debt? Ranch dressing was the talk of the class for a while. Why do you ask, it was entertaining.
Sex, hookups, love possibly were all in discussion with the new Fam. College isn’t supposed to be an easy thing to get a hang of after four months, we are leaving each other and maybe next month we will see eachother. Its all a blur. Are goodbyes meant for people who leave and never return. It’s a obvious mistake that all of this was a “doing homework” excuse.
Ive done it, I’ve made it to Monday. Tuesday is tomorrow than Wednesday and than Thursday and I’m home free.
Why do we laugh at each other and assume everything is all right? Is everything actually all right or did we hit a wall in the endless possibilities of conclusions and non conclusions. We made it a semester. Did we find what we were looking for or was the vape cloud too much? “Woah nelly, I can’t see, stop vaping guys, it’s getting too dense in here.”
Our lives are meant to be a shit show. Rug out the window? Why Fucking not! We broke a can of salsa, ate some food, partied till no one was left standing. GREEN SHOES MY ASS. Don’t buy flavored things if you cant handle. Are we still starving for that attention that we wanted back in September or did we find what we were looking for? Are we afraid of what next month will bring, all new people, all new professors, all new locations? Should we be afraid of change or should we be more worried whether or not that the heat will work in the building or if theres snow in the forecast?
Did we find out “how many rolls are on his ankle? Wait, how many rolls are on your ankle? Three? Perfect? I’m ….”
We are living on the anticipation that none of this, what this is, is actually supposed to happen. Again it’s a slight shit show and all we can do is continue and live through it. Lets talk snapchats and videos, who’s popping up our news feed. “Someone take a selfie with me, I gotta update my life.” Fam, is it almost over? Is the waiting almost over? It’s 4PM not 4 AM over here. I’ve wasted money, not time on people. We are no longer children of this time. 2AM is no longer late, it’s early. “Shit, it’s 4 am again.” Ive walked all across campus looking for where I belong, I didn’t find it.
Weekends come along, jackets weren’t a thing, I was too drunk to realize how cold it was. Time was short I had all night. Did I die the night before? Probably. Out of four Months of college it took one week to adjust. It took one weekend to figure out who the real Fam was, One night to figure out anything was possible in 24 hour quiet hour, and 1 day to realize home was here and it was now.
Table in the Visual Arts building is the bed for starving artist who are done with life and don’t feel like walking half way across the campus. All nighters? I’m familiar with that. Bed with actual heat, not so much. “Wait bro, you skate, yo lets hit each other up”! Dunes, Starbucks; we have everything in between and out between. Fuckboys, fuck girls all exist; its a fam’s joke. McDonald, McDonald so Mcfly, I want some McDonald’s chicken nuggetsright now. Lets talk about shit shows and the wall of shames. We were told to remove our wall of shame off the door.
It happened all in Onenight and in One weekend. Iit all adds up. Someone placed shaving cream on the shower wall; little less cleaning we have to do. “Shout out to the kid who actually did that.” Hickeys here, Hickeys their, cover up or own them. It’s four months of mistakes, experimenting, a few crushes, a few hits and a few misses. Are we going to last three days, ladies and gents, or is the time going to hit? Tuesday morning my ass, lets spend all day together. “yo, you have a ten foot charger because you’re on the top bunk,” No I have 10 foot charger cause its easy and convenient” Pink on pink on pink, like a pink ladies from 1970′s is not acceptable but denim on denim and black on black all acceptable.
Ladies and gents don’t put Splenda in Raisin Brand Crunch, your life may be a shit show now, but it wont be forever. There are no responsibilities, too much time, and freedom given all in three days. “Spoopy, was two months ago, but lets be spoppy together at this very moment.
It is common for someon to walk in a room that is covered in sand with no shoes. Yeah Right. “It is a wonderful time to die,“ said every other kid in the room. It might be but we have three and half years ahead of us. Lets see how much shittier our sit show life can be. Delirious or not, I woke up with charcoal on my face. Goodbye fam, its been real.
There are a few life tips in college. One always carry a bottle of siracha sauce, Two carry a bottle of ranch dressing, and three bring a bottle of whisky to Starbucks.
Don’t use an umbrella unless necessary, you might have to buy another one on amazon and barely use it. Steal everything from the food courts and don’t shave your armpits. Its common and its alright.
Its a Lowkeem, Highkeem kind of night. Are you being thrown out a window by a roommate, cool lets do it together. Document, save a snap, replay the snap and stare off into the distance. “You have two backpacks, cool I know what you’re hiding.” Lets get a macchiato with dave chapel. Ill meet you in Starbucks. College life= procrastination. Ive crossed this out because it was lamer so fuck you. Please don’t touch. NASTY. NANANANANA, Lets get up before 11 and get breakfast together; Lies. Apparently sand through your socks feel good. I now have 11 fingers on my body, one as a unicorn horn.
You’re going to end up on the floor. KNOCK ON FUCKING WOOD.
Lets wear a burger king crown on halloween weekend and sweat till theres no tomorrow.
I was gone for most of the semester. I remember every detail except to the point where I hugged a Jon in the hub and don’t remember, I think its time to leave.
I’m quoted in class more times and noone laughs. Is it fact or fiction?
My screen was slashed; don’t trust the girl down the hall. Excuse me, I just passed out on the VA table in the middle of the night. Is it bed time yet? Lets get high together, I’ve already gotten three shots into our relationship. Valley girl, we made it to 10 shots and passed out in the shower together. Whoops darling we shared a blue bag.
Virgins are sacred, so is my non existing stash of crop. Salvation army is lit, cheep enough for any college student to afford, go on Wednesdays no other days.
I’m making it through, this semesters with C and B’s. They are going to get me degrees. I skip steps on stairs not classes my dears. Are we all ready for a night of work and Lady Gaga? Buy me some M&M’s and you’ll have my heart.
I cant wait for Snow, says the kid born in January.
I like standing on tables because I know where the end is.
Flannels and converse, OMG we match.
Its 4 am again, oh no. Where am I? We’re stealing art supplies like i’s the apocalypse. I’m losing sleep over the thought of being run over by those bicycles. And i’m dreading losing my $300 keys over the bridge.
Someone at some point needs to fix the fire alarm, I’m not sleeping in the hall way again.
Turn that noise down, I don’t want to hear it. Red head or fake red head, we’re rare and so is the boy down the hall without his golfer clubs. Its Tuesday; 3:32 we are starting all over again?
Please touch the wall of art and don’t walk away from it.
I’m not there yet Fam, it’s not over. Oh, Susanna the peter pan doughnuts were good, I dropped mine all over the floor. I’m ready to drop my mix tape now, is it December yet?
Rain, Rain go away, Come back never. “Do you want a drought?”
Conclusions is Panera should deliver to the middle of nowhere and the Valley girl might not make it through a winter in NY.