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The sun hasn't really been out during the time I've been awake, but things seem bright. I've been spending my days with a trannie at night and a bunch of dancers, and then ihop, or steak and shake. And I've laughed harder than I can remember laughing in a long time. It's strange, but summer ending could be the best thing that could ever happen to me. Maybe I'll love Western Intellectual Tradition. Maybe I'll drop it. Maybe I'll pass a GA History exam, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be in New York precisely 5 months from now, starting a life filled with excitement, wonder, and musical theatre (which encompasses excitement and wonder in itself). Maybe, just maybe, I'll be at the Oscars 2 years from now wondering why I ever wasted a summer in college sleeping til 5 and watching Rescue Me til sunrise. And who knows, maybe when some sleazy looking guy is taking my picture 5 years from now for People's "Sexiest Man Alive," I'll know that this life is worth living, to it's full potential.

No one could ever do that, of course, with the amount we as humans sleep and pee and watch tv (yes, i did mean to rhyme), but at least like a 90% amount of potential.

Writing things down instead of dreaming them and letting them slip into the mundane.

Going after Frankie Valli instead of singing it in the car with the windows up.

Loving Zooey Deschanel, and making her love you, instead of pretending you're the greeting card writer who loves Zooey Deschanel in that one movie (500 Days of Summer; see it).

Telling people to stop sitting at a computer typing "fuck my life" and "isn't life shitty" when they only see the part of it they're allowing themselves to see. And yeah, Columbus is shitty, and Columbus does, on occasion, stick it's perverbial dick into the asshole we call life, but we're so close to being out of this seventh layer of hell and heat and exhaustion and drama and 130 people all knowing deep, dark secrets about the other 129. We're so close to starting things we can't even imagine.

And letting ourselves go, truly, freely, deeply, like Brad and Frank-N-Furter in the bedroom, we allow ourselves to really begin our lives.

-J