There is gold dust in my hair

In one week from now, I will be at home in suburban south Jersey. All that's left to do is a math final, a philosophy final, a review to go over my writing portfolio and my art review. I can't say I'm extremely excited about leaving. As much as I like being surrounded by things that comfort me (my home, my friends, knowing that there is a WaWa three minutes away, etc...) and as much as I am done with the work, I can't quite give up the idea of being independent away from my home. I have gotten so use to waking up with a half hour to spare before class, brushin' my toof, wrapping myself in pretty clothes and hoppin' on out the door. I like the contact with the family once or twice a day instead of all the time. It makes it more special when I can talk to mama or seester and ask how their day has been in one complete spew rather than piece by piece. I think the thing that is bothering me the most is that for more than three months, there will be people that I won't see. People that have been kind enough to accompany me on my journey to Dreyfus after lunch. The long talks and amazing gatherings outside of Florence will be coming to a close (partly because it's summer and partly because we're sophomores now). That's so sad. Leaving this room...the room that has become so great plastered with my drawings for Sam and all of our stupid, pointless crap. It will be hard to pack everything up. Maybe that's why I'm waiting until the very last minute to do it. I think I'm also sort of afraid people will come back, myself included, slightly different with different views. I am in love with everything right now and it's going to be one shitty situation if in the fall, our return is not as beautiful as I'm imagining it to be. Oh well, life goes on. I just hope that I can see all these incredible kids over the summer. I am planning on spending a lot of time up here this summer, so open up yo' couches, fools! Kimmy needs some place to sleep!! :3

For more exciting news, I am making new friends like it's my job! Well, only a few new friends, so I guess it would be like a part time job. Maybe a quick baby sitting job only for a few hours...? Anyway, Ryan and Gab. You girls are super super super. With super pictures and wall hangings, I might add. I'm glad you two like me enough to invite me over for girl talk and Girl Talk (lalala bangin bangin lalala music lalala bangin music lala). Also, ladies, you know good music that I can definitely support and appreciate. The laughing/honking is cute and YAY! YOU LIVE LIKE 10 MINUTES AWAY FROM ME SO WE CAN VISIT AND WE'LL PLAY IN THE SPRINKLER AND CHASE THE ICE CREAM MAN AND TALK ABOUT HIGH FIVING AND SPANDEX AND OUR WEIRD ASS LAUGHS! okay? Other exciting news. I was being hoppy as usual and it's possible that I fractured my foot. I can walk on it but it hurts a bit. There is a sick nasty dark purple bruise spanning the top of my foot at the bottom of my wittle toes. The rest of my foot is slightly fat and purpley green. It's gross and happened at the worst time, especially seeing as how I have to move all my shit out in a week. Hahaha whatever. I have made peace with the fact that I could lose my foot :3 I refuse to stop being a hoppy girl..it's part of my nature!

There are two things I am craving right now. Adventure and creme soda. I already had a large swig of Behrle's Jones soda this afternoon so I guess that only leaves the adventure. Can you and I plan a spontaneous road trip together? How about between June 5 and July 15? We'll listen to the enchanting sounds of Bruce Springsteen but then we'll realize that Pavement is better suited for summer cruisin'. When the rain comes, we'll open the windows and stick our heads out the car so we can find any bit of relief in the hot, sticky summer. We'll dip our toes in the lake and recite our favorite movie quotes. At the rest stops, you and I can doodle on blank stickers and plant our imaginations on the world, or maybe just the bathroom stall. At night, we can snuggle into the backseat of the car cause we're too poor/we know better than to sleep in sleazy motel buildings. We'll take pictures of chewed gum on the trees and potholes in the road. Then we'll come back and make a scrapbook and fill it with memories of each and every visit.

I am delighted with who I am.

My goals for this summer:
-Stay connected to my friends, new and old. They keep me weird. I want to dedicate my time to being friendly with friends all summer.
-Go to the beach. Sand and salt. Water and breeze.
-Frequent the city. Any city. I want to be a part of the bustling world.
-Make some money. I need a job bad. Unless someone wants to hand me over a few bucks, then that would be greatly appreciated :)
-Do art for myself. It can be in the form of arting in my room or making sculptures. Whatever it is, I want to do it.
-STAY a happy, hoppy girl!

Ben Kweller knows.