So much has happened in the last week... a very big down and a very big up. After my last post, I began to feel the effects of my roommates's drinking. I would go to bed every night really angry and frustrated because 1) I couldn't get to sleep and 2) I was being bothered by their loud drunken-ness even after I asked them to move to a different room. I would wake up and just feel really emotional.. every step I took, I made such a huge effort not to cry.

I just never felt safe sleeping there. In the four days I spent in my old dorm, we had three overnight visitors, all male. I mean, they didn't do anything, but I don't know these people! Who knows if they'll steal my stuff or try to rape me or god knows what? Especially if they're going to be drunk.

Consequently, I moved. I'm now on a SAFE floor, a spot I was really lucky to get because the program was pretty full. SAFE floors are ones where no alcohol or drugs are allowed. And it's been like going from the dark to light. Haha, now I sound really melodramatic, or like one of those cult people. Anyway, the people here on this floor are pretty social, fun, and definitely friendly. I think I've already made several friends. I spent last night up til 3 talking with these two boys about their relationships (you know me!). That was highly interesting and it also made me think how iffy boys are.. their motivations and whatnot.

So.. simply put: Didn't like old roommates' habits, cried, moved, smiled and laughed.

I'm sure there was more I was going to write, but I'm off to shower because the humidity here is outrageous!

I'm writing to you from my laptop in my very own New York apartment! Well, apartment-style residence anyways. I moved in yesterday, met all the roomies, and I can honestly say I'm pretty comfortable. Well, what about happy? I'm sure you're thinking.

Well, I'll say for now I'm content. I get along well enough with my roomates, and I've met so many nice people today while waiting in line for tickets to the US Open, Sex and the City bus tour, Naked Boys Choir, and mystery concert (we don't know the artist until day of). I miss everyone back home, but I suppose it isn't so bad yet--it's only been, what, a day?

Last night I was up until 2 talking with my roomie roomie (her name's Caitlin) and two boys from across the hall.

Still haven't met any snobs, something I was somewhat fearing. One thing is, though, that so many people here have people they knew in high school with them. Here. Whereas I am a lone barge, drifting through the sea.. not really so melodramatic.

Okay, have to go get bank account to replenish rapidly diminishing funds.

Yeah, jet lag's gotten to me. But it's all right-- I'm going to stay up, pack, nap, then stay up for sleep over at Arney's.

Finally saw Dan again after a month of not. We talked for five hours, when he came over to "help me pack." I honestly did have the intention of packing while we talked, but it was getting much too fascinating for concentrating on anything else. It's strange... when I talk to Dan, we'll interrupt each other a lot, but then somehow continue on the same track of thought. So much can happen in a month! Or even two weeks!

It really makes me wonder how it'll be in four months, when I see everyone again during winter break. Missing out on those little moments in life that don't seem so important at the time, but build up to a life... I just don't know. And driving past Barclay Theatres tonight, it finally hit me-- Jeff's gone and Supriya's leaving tomorrow morning.

When I tear up though, I start thinking, why should I cry as though they're dead? I think, for the most part, I don't know how to treat these good byes, because you aren't gone forever, but you're gone enough so that you miss out on so much. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore-- or, do you ever have it when you keep thinking of doing something, then you forget if you've actually done it or not? That's how I feel with this entry. Have I mentioned this or that.. etc.?

I'll leave you with a haiku, though I feel like I have so much to write about:

spring cherryblossoms
blooming spilling into the
late hot summer wind

I'm home, where apparently much drama has been happening... and it was so odd tonight, sitting at Arney's house without Jeff. I felt like the only reason he wasn't there was because he had work, or his parents were being strict, not because he was thousands of miles away in Ohio. And I still can't believe that in two days I have to pack my life up and take it all the way to New York. And on a plane, again. Blargh.

Australia was fun. I can't say that anything really exciting happened; we did all the tourist spots and ate, ate, ate. I had the best fish and chips ever (both from different locations), started on my way to being a wine connoisseur, saw koalas and wombats, heard Stephen Isserlis at the Sydney Opera House, drove 112 on the left side of the road (don't worry, it was in kilometres), missed my friends badly, thought constantly about a certain someone, stayed in the most beautiful hotel room ever, and took photographs. There's more, I'm sure, but I'll get pictures up as soon as I can find my Nikon CD for my laptop.

Can't believe I'm off again so soon.

I'm going to San Francisco today, then after tomorrow, to Australia. Normally the punctuation would be an exclamation point, but this is senior summer. I had to say "See you later" to Jeff today; he leaves the 14th and I get home the 20th. And this morning when we ate breakfast at Perkin's.. it was the last time the four of us would be together the way we are now. I don't think that makes much sense to anyone else. But I hope when summer rolls around again next year, it can be somewhat the same. Even though I hear that people change a lot in college.

I'm hoping for the best. My ear is feeling better. Okay, I am going to go hang out with Arney now and finish packing.

Jeffrey, I don't know if you're reading this, but I'm really really really^infinity going to miss you. It's too bad we weren't good friends earlier. But then, it might not have become what it did. Oh geez.