But tonight, at 2 AM after chilling on the BU beach with Tanya, I finally decided to stop being such an inactive little jerk and write my loves a long post.
So...where do I start?
Should I tell you about my first hockey game? About the cheers, the vibrant atmosphere, the rush of a win?
Or should I tell you about my radio show? About the powerful feeling of knowing that people all over the world are listening to you, and the music on your iTunes playlist? (Radio show promotion #1: Left of the Dial - www.wtburadio.org, Tuesdays 4-6 :))I could probably tell you about my first frat party. It was...well...an experience, to say the least. When I wasn't getting sexually harassed by random beer-breath-thumbheaded frat boys, it was actually fun. Matt, Megan, Inez, Ashley and I danced on the bar and got home at 4 AM.
I went to a Raas Leela Indian event, too. And it was pretty awesome. More of dancing all night. Better than some of my navratris in India, surprisingly enough...
Maybe I could fill you in about the crazy amounts of work they're assigning. Midterms all the time, 1500 word essays every week, assignments, readings, requirements, scholarship constraints...
ugh.
OK, maybe I won't tell you about that.
My most recent experience was seeing drag queens pole dancing to Lady Gaga. Yes, I went to a drag queen monster ball and watched a drag race. One of the drag queens actually stroked my arm and told me I was hot.
If the drag queen thinks I'm hot, then I probably am.
Awesome.
I just got back home from watching the social network. I have to say it's one of the best movies I've ever watched. Worth the 20 dollars I spent, even though I don't know if I love or hate Mark Zuckerberg now :/ I think a little bit of both.
It's 40 degrees outside (About 5-6 degrees in celsius) and I just spent half my night lying on the BU beach, just staring wondrously at the little clouds that were emerging from my mouth with every breath. We just lay there and stared at the long, silvery ribbons of city lights reflected in the Charles River. I don't know if I'll ever get over how beautiful this place is.
On my way back with Tanya, two super-cute guys rolled down their car windows and yelled "How are you ladies doing tonight?"
I actually yelled right back at them, saying "our night just got better. Thanks guys!"
Really, Sasha? Really?
I guess I'm just so happy I don't care what I'm doing or saying or how I'm coming across- because nobody's judging me. Everything's changing. Some things are awesome, some things are not so awesome.
But I love it.
I love it all.
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