Boring, optimistic rhetoric

Well I've succumbed and created yet another blog/journal/diary/whatever. I got sick of the whole LJ thing and I guess I'm crawling back in a different form. But this is more or less to document my general thoughts, ruminations, meanderings, whatever. Mostly I just want to chronicle all the cool stuff I hope to accomplish this summer in New York City.

I've been given an incredible opportunity by many different sources, my parents, people that have trusted and/or allowed me to have opportunities I could have only dreamed about 3 years ago, and even MTV, where I'll be working. I have my reservations of course about this, since it is the MTV that everyone rags on --self included-- for their lack of anything mildly good these days. The job looks promising, however it is unpaid. I'm to work in the Digital Music department at the corporate Headquarters in f'ing Times Square. Never before have I anticipated the possibilities of something like this. Well, maybe upon being accepted to Brandeis. At the same time, I'm going to take a concurrent course with a COSI professor, Tim Hickey, who seems really friendly, to document what goes on, so I'll probably repost a lot of what I write on here onto a completely different blog so that he can read it, sans whatever private stuff goes in here. Screw friends only entries, not many people will read this anyway and to be exclusive would be ridiculous.

Junior year is all but over. 3 more finals, one of which is in an hour and 25 minutes and that I think I'm prepared for. But the small details don't really matter. What matters is that this has been the most gruesome semester I've ever had, and perhaps the most drama filled. But in the end, I'm glad it's happened the way it has, I've learned, and I've endured. I've continued some amazing friendships close and far, ended some, and experienced ups and downs in others. It's all a piece of cake after this semester. Ok, that's not true at all, but I definitely feel like a huge load will be lifted off my back when I'm on that sketchy Fung Wah bus to Chinatown, New York. And I'm talking about extra curriculars, personal relations, family, and figuring out what I'm going to study. Then again, finding a REAL job isn't exactly a piece of cake. But this is a huge step, nonetheless.

My friends have commented that I've been more "cultured" according to one, "edgy" according to another, and perhaps even just "aloof". This leads me to the conclusion that it is my pretentious, self-proclaimed stage where I question why I am even here to begin with. I am searching for true independence (and what better place to do so than New York). I guess I just want to grow as a person, to experience as much as I can, and to work on things that have plagued me in the past.

Next year promises to be full of great surprises. Peaceful housing has never been so assured, and strong, but not overbearing commitments (as was this semester) in clubs lay ahead. Spending my final year at a fine university (that is anything but perfect) is something that I am truly thankful for and I feel that I have kind of woken up from a lot of the strange stuff that I've been through in the past couple of years. I hope that I can read this in a year and say I was right.

So that's my first post back to the online world. No drama here. Just boring, optimistic rhetoric. I'll probably have less general stuff from now on, more of just my thoughts and what's of interest.

Music: Rock Music- The Pixies