Being back on campus, it almost feels as if the summer never happened, and if it did, that this occurred in some alternate universe, parallel to this one, because my brain is already so packed full of to-do lists, to-read lists, to-remember lists, to-buy lists, to-love lists, and the like, that thinking back to just a few weeks ago when I was blissfully not as brain overflowing feels like centuries past. Not that that’s a bad thing.

The house remains the house, except bigger, longer, and now with more swedes! 13 countries and 15 languages in one house, though, that’s impressive, even by the standards of a hardy (or is it hearty) New Yawk-er like me. My Creative Writing professor assigned us journal writing, every day, to be collected at random. I want to sell out and be pretentious and get a moleskine, but those little things are a little too pricey for my tastes. I suppose I cant afford to be pretentious, or if I can, I was raised with too frugal of a mindset to truly consider it.

I guess that means I can’t write journal entries.