The Magical Land of Minnesota

One week and one day ago, I was self-exiled (sexiled?...) in the quiet reading room, coffee coursing through my veins, bemoaning the fact that I was still working on a nine-page Islam and Modernity paper while all my friends were off engaging in flapdoodle and tomfoolery. All except for Lorrayne, who was right there with me to the bitter end. She also had to bear the brunt of my typical extremely emotional state that sets in around times of academic duress. I don’t really know what it is about spending a week in the library that makes me contemplate- nay, ponder- the course of life, the pursuit of happiness, and all love and beauty on the Earth. It can get pretty sad. Last Thursday, a nice boy we barely knew had studied and gone to Dewick with us and said he would join us in Tisch but didn’t, and frankly by the way I was swilling my caffeine and whining to Lorrayne, you would have thought that I had been stood up at the altar. It was a problem on multiple levels.

However, I am proud to say that after nearly a week of sleeping, chillin with the fam, and seeing friends, I am actually a human again. Nothing like walking around a lake in the sun with people you love and swinging and shopping and making poor nutritional decisions to bring color back to the world. I love being around people whenever I can when I’m at school, I go to the library in lieu of being in my dorm room alone, but when I’m at home my capacity to amuse myself tends to expand to hermit-like proportions. I love spending a day or two napping at weird times, chopping veggies, playing some piano, reading random things, and watching LOTR or, in the case of tonight, Sherlock Holmes, with my ten-year-old bro.

Speaking of, Sherlock Holmes is a pretty sexy film. It’s about a physically attractive man who is completely out of it and sometimes on drugs who runs around London performing astounding mental and physical feats. His assistant, who is more stable but no less beautiful, picks up the pieces of Holmes’ drug-induced romps. That is essentially all I got from the movie.

I’m a bit anxious to return to the Tufts area on Sunday. My dear friend is letting me crash at his house until our house’s lease starts, but I’m still not entirely sure how I’m gonna find a bed and if I’m gonna have to drive a rental moving truck through harrowing Boston traffic to pick one up, whether I for sure have a paying job, whether breaking even for the summer is an attainable or even desirable thing to aim for, etc. Well, I could’ve just stayed in the Midwest, but I decided to explore the mysterious lands of cobblestone streets, marshmallow fluff, stunningly bitchy customer service, and effective public transportation instead.