Ready or Not

Post #255: Dedicated to: Catch Me; Demi Lovato

I leave tomorrow for 10 weeks in Ghana. Ready or not, I'm going. And I think I'm leaning on the side of the latter. My bag isn't still fully packed, mostly because I'm pretty sure my one big suitcase is well over 50 lbs. And my carry-on duffel bag is full of books, books, and books. You know what this means...more lbs. And that's just the start. 

Oh man. Well. Ready or not, I'm leaving on a plane tomorrow to Ghana. 

(p.s. This is the coolest driveway ever.)

Commencement

Post #254: Dedicated to: Space Oddity; David Bowie

Commencing countdown engines on...

This past weekend I was in upstate New York attending my brother's commencement ceremony. Just the simple procession of graduates into the football stadium took an entire hour, split up by school, starting with the Ph.D candidates, law students, school of veterinary medicine students, then the M.A. candidates, then finally the undergraduate candidates by school, like College of Agriculture and Life Sciences, College of Engineering, College of Architecture, Art, and Planning, College of Arts and Sciences... 

After sitting through that, and then trying to find my brother in the massive hordes of black-robed twenty-something-year olds exiting the stadium, I can say with certainty that I am really really really really really really really glad I go to a small college.

DC & Starkid

Post #253: Dedicated to: We Are Young; Fun

On Wednesday night, some friends and I decided on a whim to go watch Darren Criss and Starkid perform at the House of Blues in LA. It turned out to be a good night, but I do confess, traffic, waiting in line, and waiting an hour for the show to start didn't get me in the best of moods early on.

But goodness gracious, so many screaming teenage girls for this guy. Who was pretty good, I must admit. But still. So. Much. Screaming. And crying, too. It was insane. And kind of just plain funny.

And then later Darren and Charlene Kaye sang "Dress and Tie." Yes.

 And then came Starkid! I loved listening to A Very Potter Musical, live. How insanely talented do they have to be to come up with all of those musicals? The lines, the music, the choreography...I wish I was half as creative [as Clark...]! ;)

Off to Cornell tomorrow (for the first and probably last time) to see my big brother graduate!

Getting Ready

Post #252: Dedicated to: Life is Beautiful; the Afters

Oh man. It has been pretty much a full two months since I've posted...to my very many, dedicated fans and readers (ha), I sincerely apologize. I guess part of me really doesn't think my life is all that interesting, so there isn't much for me to blog! That and this semester was crazy. Crazy busy, crazy challenging, a crazy adjustment coming back from Denmark.

I guess I'll finally admit it to myself – I'm a senior now. A senior. That fact, in and of itself, is crazy.

Now I'm home...but somehow it feels different than before. I used to crave being home; I used to need to be home by the time breaks came around – but now, it's not like that. I would have been absolutely fine staying at school for a few more weeks, months, years? I would have loved to spend more time with my friends, doing whatever. Am I growing up?

Well like it or not, I am, because I'm leaving for Ghana in a short 13 days for ten long weeks. Which I'm sure will go by in the blink of an eye – if and when I get there safely, that is. I've been having nightmares lately every time I go to sleep, nightmares about crazy taxi drivers who kidnap lone female tourists from the airport. What if that happens to me?? What if I get pickpocketed again, or worse – mugged? What if my luggage is lost? What if I'm lost?? What if, what if, what if...I'm terrified! Traveling in general stresses me out...and traveling to an absolutely foreign country by myself, where I will without a doubt stick out like a sore thumb, where I am bound to be overwhelmed by taxi drivers the minute I step out of that airport – drivers who will rip me off and make me pay absurd prices...

Confession: I'm scared to death.