It's Hard to Say...

So classes began for me last Tuesday. Its been good so far. I'm a little slow getting used to being around mostly your stereotypical "film student" type, but I kinda figured I'd have to deal with that. I thought there would be more people like me who love films and filmmaking, but didn't scream "ARTIST" with everything they do and say. I'm not complaining, really. Just stating the fact that I wasn't prepared I guess. I was prepared for a culture shock from Oakton to Columbia, but I was more prepared for the curriculum than I was for the people...

Going to school downtown is something that I want to pinch myself everyday and wake up from; a sentiment that I'm sure a lot of people share, but like me, love to walk around as if they could care less. Chicago is MY city and I have lived here all my life. Why should I feel in awe?

Because it's so fucking cool, that's why...

In other news, I took Molly with me on my weekend trip to Lake Geneva and we had a blast exploring the treacherous, empty, dark golf courses on the golf cart that Matt fell off of last year. Everything hilarious (which was pretty much everything) went on a list that I'm sure I'll post on here soon.

Erin left for Spain on Thursday. It's funny how different her leaving for Spain is from her leaving for Carleton. She'll be back at the same time, but it's that she's half-way across the globe... It's strange. She's in Spain. Lynn is in Scotland. I'm just starting college... Once again, I'm one step behind... But I don't feel as lost and hopeless as I did before. I don't feel as though I'm being left behind. Lemme tell you, this is a good feeling not to have...

Now Playing: Belle & Sebastian - "Piazza, New York Catcher"