I'll Take Us Home

Niko, my special little "brussel," has now taken up semi-permanent residence in my room. He sleeps over frequently, I have his laundry mixed in with my own, and my roommate is totally comfortable walking into the room to the sight of him lying shirtless on my bed with my legs intertwined with his, laughing in the darkness and exchanging stories about all things nonsensical and fascinating.

We now eat meals together daily, we have even showered together (mind you, in our bathing suits after a night of ocean swimming). He helps me with my homework, he holds me at soccer games and has come up with a joint workout plan that fits both our schedules perfectly, and just so happens to end in a hot tub session for two.

I feel that I won't grow tired of this gypsy rythmn lovin', snappy dressin', wildly charmin' man any time soon. Breakfast with him in 7 hours, and we're napping at 2 in the afternoon. It's likely we'll spend our night together again rather than out meeting new, different people. I love this.

Birthday List: (will be updated!)

1. http://www.too2late.com/prodotti_original.php - 1 coral red or midnight blue watch

2.http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Accessories/Wallets/Sitting+Kitty+Wallet

Nikolai Druzhinin, in all of his foreign Belarussian glory, has filled the shoes of the first boy I have kissed in college. I was crushing from the start, and even though I promised myself I wouldn't make it TOO easy for anyone, I just let it happen last night on the sand, stars flying by in the sky, talk of pirate orbs on the water, cold air forcing us to get close for warmth. He kisses me unlike any boy in the past. He kisses me hard, and fast, and his tongue tickles my own. I call him a silly kisser, and I love it. He holds me tight in his arms, and smells my hair and the scent of my skin. He plays with my fingers and palms and wrists and kisses my nose. I spent all of today with him and to quote him, "I could really get used to this." It's time for me to sleep, and I'm already looking forward to having lunch with him at 2.

I know I said I wouldn't get deeply involved with anyone in college, so is this too impulsive? And too sudden?

Dulce Suenos.

I need to stick with this blog. I feel like it could be a good documentation of my first year at college, and as of today, I'm promising that I will post an entry for each day that I'm here, on campus (when I go home on weekends or set off to see Megan, I can't make any promises).

Today marks Day 3 of my college experience. Over the past couple of days I have moved in, settled down in my dorm, and met several people whose names and faces I will never remember. I have promised mix cds to girls on my floor and have forgotten who they were, I have given out my number to people I had minimal interest in from the start, and I probably jumped around too much at the ice cream social/DJ L-Freak "dance party" (one giant mass of people standing around, eating popsicles, and occasionally grinding on each other).

I have met two significant people as of now.

There is Anna Muriello and she's from La Crescenta and knows a lot of my friends from back home, so this is proving to make things extra comfortable and familiar. She went to Sacred Heart, she wears floor length gypsy dresses and has curly brunette hair. She dresses adorably all the time, we share a love for The Parson Redheads, and we've already become co-dependent when it comes to going out and arranging plans together. She doesn't like giant rodents or footed snakes, she lives for Robert Francis, and has a boyfriend named Fernando. I won't lie - I'm glad that Anna and I are friends, otherwise she would totally be a threat because she is just so damn cute and wonderful. It should also be noted that Anna has the most attractive guy friends, and that upon closer speculation, they are also really funny and outgoing - this was determined after a late night in my room, 15 of us sitting around eating oreos and listening to The Kinks.

Then there is Nico Druzhinin. He caught my attention the first night, at another freshmen mixer where everyone gathered around a fire pit to make smores and listen to really loud hip hop music. He was standing alone with a backpack, wearing a black wife beater and cuffed jeans with his black chucks. He had thick chops, chest hair, and thick framed black glasses - he was wearing a cute bowler hat too and really had the greaser/rockabilly look going for him. I was contemplating how attractive I found him, just standing there looking a bit misplaced when I just went for it, approached him and said something dumb about how I was diggin' his facial hair. His eyes lit up and conversation commenced, essentially lasting all night. He is originally from Belaruse and moved to the states in 1999. He speaks fluent Italian and Russian, and it's incredibly sexy when he does. He's lived in the SF area since arriving, plays the trombone, and is savvy with funk and soul. He's somewhat tainted when it comes to girls and relationships after his ex girlfriend, his favorite movies include Pulp Fiction and The Godfather, and he owns a chocolate toy poodle named Baron, haha. I like him a lot and see him becoming a really great friend.

Then there is Michael Cresto, who I'd been eyeing even prior to getting here - he is a Vegan of 5 years, super athletic, undeclared major who already has floozies on his tail (slipping notes under his door, seeking him out in his room, leaving phone numbers on his white board - it's day three, girls. let's have some class) but is very uninterested, and actually proved to be incredibly talkative and friendly when he came by my room at 1am and stayed for about an hour and a half. His smile is a heartbreaker, he has two felonies charged against him (he explained himself - he was framed by his arch nemesis), wants to transfer to Boston University and I'm definitely hoping he'll make more frequent stops.

There are the obvious friends: Molly Nugent and her super sweet room mate Nicole Gee. Vartan Azizian and Rachel Doran, my friends from home. Joshua Greenberg, who I have yet to see on campus but will likely make lunch plans with later this week.

Today I am missing the big, welcome ceremony in order to switch around my classes (let's free up Friday?) and go to my group job interview in the city at 6pm. I'm signing up for yoga classes later in the afternoon with Anna and Molly and tomorrow I'm going back home for the afternoon to pick up more stuff and spend time with my mom, who I'm already missing tremendously. I think it also goes without saying that I miss my best friend. A lot. :(

The food here is decent and I've been feeding on salads, tofu, fruit, soy milk. I've been good about steering clear of sweets and crap food, so I've been enjoying meals - nom nom nom.

I'm waiting for the bathrooms to simmer down from activity and then I'm taking on a brand new day.

Hold my hand, hold my hand, I swear I'm not scared. I'm not scared.

Am I pathetic for quoting my ex-boyfriend's song lyrics? They're perfect for how I am feeling right now.

We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don't invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey.
It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

Thank you, Jordan Ferney!

I have no clue what will become of this blog but anticipate using it to organize my: