In the meantime, be jealous. I know I’m supposed to savor the sun for as long as I can and I’ll miss it come winter, but the idea of 70 during the day and 50 at night? Mmmm. That is some good sleeping weather. And we get to go swimming, which I LOVE. So I’ll try to write soon, but I just wanted to let everyone know. I haven’t forgotten about Last Week’s Alcohol. I’ve just been called away.  Right now I’m trying to structure out the story and it’s kind of messy. I can’t figure out how much time to spend at the parties and how much to spend on the top and bottom where they’re together. What do you guys think? Party? Right now I’m thinking party. I love the way it loops around and that the entire reason she goes back is because of all the drunken shinanigans around her.

Saw Vicky Christina Barcelona. While I don’t like the title, it is an incredibly fun place to be - both in location and plot. Reminded me of Superbad in that you could end it positively wherever but good job ending it at 90 minutes, Woody. It was lots of fun… And if acting were a sport with points, Penelope Cruz would have kicked everyone else’s ass. I would have given her a 6.2 for difficulty and a 7 for execution. According to the tepid and rambly reportage of the Olympics scoring system on MSNBC earlier today, that is very excellent.

I’m sitting on my front porch stealing internet from one of my neighbors so I can look up what books I need for my fall classes. Picking a schedule is one of the more stressful, time consuming things about college. There are just so many choices  and so little time. Plus, you have to choose classes that fill your requirements and if you went to or go to a liberal arts college like me, that means taking something awful (like fucking Physics) in order to get that science requirement out of the way. I usually opened the course catalog, flipped to departments that were of interest to me and then became overwhelmed and shut the damn thing. But once you finally pick four classes the most heartwrenching part happens and that’s realizing that a particular class is full. Believe me, there is nothing more irritating than making a perfect schedule that even gives you a day off during the week only to realize that it will never happen.

After I saw “Sorry this class is full” for the upteenth time I enrolled in a random Sociology class and called it a night. I completely forgot about it until today, four weeks later, when I found the books I needed for the course and I think it’s going to be one of my favorite classes. The texts are so interesting, I’m tempted to get them right now. I’ve also heard good things about my physics class, so once again I’m getting geekily excited to learn and be in the classroom.

BUT, I’m still in summer mode, I promise. Yesterday night I went to Jo-Ann Fabrics and bought a crocheting kit. When I went to the checkout line the cashier rang me up and said, with a smirk, “good luck.” I asked her if crocheting was hard and she just said I should try knitting first but I already shelled out the $25 so I just went home with my kit. Now it’s just sitting on my desk unopened and I’m deciding if I should exchange it for a knitting one.

Or maybe I should take up scrapbooking instead…

To add to my repertoire of old-lady spinster qualities I’m learning how to crochet. I already have an unhealthy love of cats, bad eyesight due to reading dusty books in horrible lighting, and taken a vow of celibacy for next year. So, basically I’ll be sitting in my room, crocheting hats, listening to music, and finishing that last chapter before I go to bed.

(But, honestly, I can’t think of anything better right now. :D)

C (I synced this at 1:44.)
I’m watching you.
I’m watching me.
I’m watching us
Fall. (This hits on the downbeat at about 2:04)
Fall.

A
C
I’m watching you.
I’m watching me.
I’m watching us
Fall. (The fall hits at 2:04 on the downbeat.)
Fall.

A
A1
A2 (ends with Last week’s alcohol.)
D (scans with the melody line from the piano accompaniment)
B
This is how it feels to fall in love.
This is how it feels to fall.
The weakness, the sadness, the sirens, the madness.
The urgency swarming in your chest,
Like you’re racing the streets in an ambulance.

C
I’m watching you.
I’m watching me.
I’m watching us
Fall.
Fall.

And imagine this last part extends. The cool thing about the way it’s built is that you can steal from the B or the C to extend it. You can take any of the individual lines or even sections of the lines from the B section or you could riff off of the word fall or just “I’m watching”.

The overall story is going to be about the sort of dance between falling for someone and going out for an evening of drinking and therefore flirting with the possibility of being with someone else and finally allowing yourself (because you’re drunk) to at least temporarily fall for that original person – not that that original person is right for you. On the contrary, he/she often is not. All the while you have this sense of impending doom – which CC so nicely represented with her ambulance. I think I made the ambulance work, by the way. Right? I’m going to talk to Brian on the phone today and see if this is something he can work from and then I’ll start tackling the verses. I’ve never built a song in this way before. It felt so epic and overwhelming when we began but now I’m beginning to wonder how I’ll fit it all in. I suppose I do have a lot of As and Aprimes to work with…

But without really adding anything, I’ve edited down the details that CC wrote that I’m interested in trying to use. The only thing I drastically changed is the part in italics. It was originally: “This is how I felt when I began falling in love with The Ex. The first time it reminded me of those moments in movies when someone’s riding in the back of an ambulance holding the hand of her boyfriend or daughter or mother. It’s that mixture of sadness and affection and urgency that was swarming in my stomach.” I don’t know know if I can get that image of the ambulance into this song as well but I’d like to. It’s a hard thing to make work in a song because each word takes on such potency - I feel like the literal-ness of an ambulance could confuse the point but if it doesn’t, then it could be coo.

Here are CC’s details:

Making assholes of ourselves.

Drunks passing by just couldn’t catch our vibe

“Let me see your fingers.”

“I like your military hair.”

You come closer and we both forget that night when I yelled.

And we both forget about the girl from home.

It was just me and you in your small twin bed, your computer humming gently against my lap.

Angry, bitter tears fill up the bottom of my eyes

Slipping a mini skirt over tights

Give me a call and we’ll find each other.

As shots are being passed around, I draft a text.

“Sorry, I’m about to go to bed. Let’s get dinner tomorrow night?”

I wanted to send it to you later tonight.

We’re drinking last week’s alcohol.

It’s warm and sears our throats on the way down.

German techno

Their voices pound against my ears.

We are stumbling, laughing.

Our cell phones keep falling out of our hands onto the wet ground.

I’m happy drunk.

We catch up, both of us holding Natty’s in our hands.

Vodka paired with any juice you can find.

No one cares.

No one will remember but her.

She uses the wall to balance herself.

CALL FROM YOU blinks up at me.

I press ignore and feel his hand on my waist.

We don’t hook up because he stopped calling.

My lips brushing against his ear

I give him my cheek when he comes in for the kiss.

The alcohol is making my brain careen from side to side against my skull.

So we could stay, have fun, be happy drunk.

She wanted to make him jealous, I think.

Prying her off the lips of the random guy once again.

But I like you, the random guy says. I fucked things up, didn’t I?

I shake my head in disbelief.

I know his name, of course.

But we’d never spoken before.

I feel my phone vibrate again.

I flip it open to see CALL FROM YOU.

This time I pick up.

Yes, it is partly because of the Smirnoff and Bacardi we drank that I’m playing connect-the-dots with the freckles on your arms and ignoring the butterflies.

The feeling makes me suffocate.

But when I finally leave your room and climb into my own bed, I cry because I know I was willing.

This is how I feel when I begin falling in love.
A mixture of sadness, affection,
Of urgency swarming.

EDIT: Gringa tell me you just saw the men’s swimming 4×100 relay!!! That was fucking epic - I flipped my shit.

Guys, I swear to you, Olympic athletes are superheroes. I cannot stop watching the Games since it began on Friday - handball, rowing, water polo, gymnastics - I’ve been watching everything! I used to run track in high school and I was decent at it, but I was born to be a spectator. I get so into it, constantly screaming or cheering at my TV for hours.

Last night, my friends and I ran our asses off to see Phelps swim and it was totally worth it. Are you enjoying the Olympics?

Music: The Wombats - Let’s Dance to Joy Division

Today was a pretty exciting day considering that I only left the house to go to the bank for ten minutes. Sebastian, who has been pretty much MIA since he left for the Dominican Republic, called me just as I was getting into my car. I had no idea it was him because I deleted his number from my phone so I wouldn’t be tempted to call when he was gone. When his number came up I timidly answered it, “Hello. Who is this?” Then as he started talking I screamed out loud and frightened my next door neighbor.

We talked for about a half an hour and kept interrupting each other the whole time. He just wanted to know so much about my summer and vice versa, but I had to cut it abruptly short so I could deposit some money. I found out that he works an insane job with hours that are from 2 a.m. to 7 a.m., and then he also works at a diner other days from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. He wants to put in his two weeks but he lost his iPod when he was on vacation and he has to save up money for another one. Basically, aside from the three weeks he was away, he has had no free time. Even when I visited him in early June I had to stay with other friends because he had to work all day long.

As you all may have noticed, our “long distance relationship” failed miserably, it’s almost laughable, but it was my fault as much as it was his. Like I’ve mentioned before, the phone is just not my thing. I can’t talk to someone for over an hour even if I haven’t seen them in months. I’m just not that type of girl. :/

Anyway, today our conversation was great and gave me butterflies. I don’t think there will be another one anytime soon because of my inability to pick up the phone and his busy schedule, but it made us realize that if we do decide to be together again in the fall, we’ll be able to pick up where we left off. That’s a comforting thought, and now I’m even more anxious to get back to LAC!

Caleb, don’t hate me but the tattoo is a no-go for now. The shop that I went to was one of the best in the city and I don’t want to compromise on quality so I’m starting a tattoo fund once I get back to school. I babysit regularly for a family of three who are *ahem* very generous with their money. I suspect that they wouldn’t be too happy to hear that their money is going towards my body modification but then again the mother has a nose ring so she may be into it. :-)

If I save my babysitting money (yeah, I sound thirteen right now) and only spend money from my campus job I’ll be freshly inked by Thanksgiving break, if not, Christmas break at the latest. Spaz is going to, well, spaz out on me when she finds out because she really wants me to do this before summer’s over. Honestly though, an amazing dorm room that is super comfortable and cozy means more to me than a tattoo. I know that seems stupid but I can’t tell you enough how important it is to have a room at college that you can relax in. Mine was barely decorated last year and I didn’t have a mattress pad so my bed felt like an army cot. And at times it was extremely lonely. I’m determined to not let that happen again.

This means only one thing - I’m off to Targét!

Ok, so my tattoo is going to run me up $450. Great. I figured it’d be in the hundreds, but that’s a shit ton of money that I’d rather spend on dorm stuff than a tattoo. Besides this, my other ambitious plan for this month was to buy a huge comforter, mattress pad and really cool wall decals for my room. All of that would’ve run me up a couple hundred dollars as well, so it’s time to prioritize:

Dorm Room > Tattoo or Tattoo > Dorm Room? Ugh, I just don’t know. I’m gonna go watch Mad Men and feast on Doritos instead of thinking about this.