Its Friday, I'm In Love

Show me show me show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream she said
The one that makes me laugh she said
And threw her arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you
I promise that I’ll run away with you
I’ll run away with you
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow

School is done. Hurrah! Only fourteen or so weeks remain. A small piece can be removed from the Music School pie chart.

I am going to Boulder with Angelica - I wooed her with promises of free sushi at Hapa and beautiful music for the drive down.

Already Greeley is starting to quiet down - parking spaces are available once again, for those who are fortunate enough to possess cars. Students fleeing the dorms with rum smuggled into their sacks of laundry, dancing sorority girls throwing underwear off of balconies, teachers smoking secret cigarettes in empty rock corners of West Campus. The weekend is upon us. A weekend and a half, actually.

I have an immense amount of homework - all of my classes are homework-based and personal-journal based rather than exam-based, which is unfortunate. For some classes, one can put off the majority of actual work until a week before the exam, but when the exam is two hundred pages of Bach chorale analysis or 108 journal entries, cramming becomes highly ineffective and almost zero fun.

But sushi is fun. And Angelica is fun. And, for the most part, Boulder is fun, although everyone who I know there has either just fleed or is preparing to flee soon.

The sushi in West Hollywood will surely put Hapa to shame. That is the problem with traveling. Perhaps I should become one of those sorts who just lives in Greeley forever - born and raised and whatnot. At least then I wouldn't know any better.