Last week, BU threw a party for the graduating class to celebrate "100 Days 'till Graduation" which not surprisingly, was actually 94 days before our graduation.
The party was really fantastic. It was at Avalon, and it kind of felt like prom. After all, it was a big dance party with the people I've been in classes with for the last 4 years... prom.
Proms are a lot of fun, especially when you know and like most of the people there. Truthfully, I don't remember a lot of my high school prom. I remember getting ready, picking up Jill, getting everyone in our limo, the pictures, the cocktail hour, and then the whole weekend after. But the prom itself is sort of a blur, and I attribute this to the fact that you can't choose who you go to high school with.
People always say, "You can't pick your family!" And they're right, but at least you can deal with your family. But you definitely can't pick your K-12 school district and everyone in it. Nor deal with most of them. Ugh.
Which is why I think college has been so fantastic to me. Because you CAN choose it. Despite the diversity across college campuses, my own included, there is a common thread that drew mostly everyone here in the first place. Race, religion, sexuality, social class, and all of those demographics aside, inside everyone at BU, something said, at the ripe old age of 17, "I choose BU... Even though it's so DAMN cold." And in that split second epiphany, we became bound together.
During my stay here, I have tried to leave my mark. To say what I need to say. Which is probably part of the reason I keep this blog (if you want to psycho-analyze the shit out of me, and hey, who doesn't!). And while I strive to entertain and enlighten, part of me thinks that I can't possibly compete with the stupid things more famous people do and say on a daily basis.
How can I compete with Britney shaving her head and dropping her kids all over the place?
Or Tim Hardaway... how can I compete with a 4 minute homophobic diatribe which actually included the words: I hate gay people, I don't think it belongs in America or in the world.
Ironic. Isn't hate-speech like that how stuff like slavery started, Tim? Talk about the pot calling the kettle the N word.
Anyway.
With all of this going on, people still manage to talk about the weather like it's news. And it's not. But I'll indulge you a tad longer, because as winter comes to a close, I will cherish the last few weeks of being able to skate on the self-made frozen pond in front of my building.
And most of all, I look forward to the continuous inspiration my muse brings me. Whether I need advice, opinions, an ear, choreography, workout tips, creativity, or just a breath of fresh air, I know exactly who to turn to. Once in a while, I think it's healthy to be obsessed with someone who just might be obsessed back. Plus we just love to dance with each other. It's that simple.
I have a lot coming up, which I am excited to be able to share with you in the coming months. I'm spending spring Break in San Francisco with Chris and Rachel, two people I spent so much time with as a kid, and almost none at all as a young adult. I've never been there, so I can't wait to re-acquaint myself with them, as well as a new city.
And then in the summer, hopefully re-jewifying myself with a trip to Israel. The weather there is much different, so I hear.
But that's it. From here on out, I am done talking about the weather. Because the weather is what's going on outside, and I have a feeling that what's happening on the inside is much more interesting.
And obviously, that's where I plan to be.
Now for the Oscars.
Peace out, readers.
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