The World

I've been meaning to write this post for a while now, but it's never come out right; however, this time I'm going to write it either way this time.

Last year as the leaves changed color and the snow fell, I found it aggravating that the phrase "entering the real world" found it's way into so many of my colleagues plans for the upcoming year. It would fall casually out at Downer, Senior Dinner, or at Graduation. College is not some play time phase of our lives where we study in the candy land forest and stroll down gum drop lane to class. My four years at Lawrence stand in stark contrast to what I'm currently doing, but I've never felt that the experiences I had, the growth I underwent, friends I made, challenges I overcame, and things I learned at Lawrence are not real. Lawrence was four years where I lived in a real bubble.

Soap

Only I didn't say fudge.

The Year 2007

The year 2007 is coming to a close and the best of lists are going to come flying of the press and rolling out of the blogs. Top ten albums, films, books, celebrities, homes, and anything else you could imagine. I don't have any top tens, and I don't feel a need to classify my thoughts, moments, and hobbies into a calendar year, because it's not during the moment when I exclaim "happy new years" that I get a new set of interests or trends. Forget that.

Fastidious. I like that word. Not for what is stands for or means, but for how it sounds. "Fastidious." There I said it.

Last week I ended up in a mall to purchase pants. I forgot it was christmas season; that's a mistake I'll never make again.

Like usual I need a haircut, and this post has lost it's direction.

The Year 2000

Until I dated my rent check December 4, 2007, I had completely overlooked the fact that it was December 2007. There were small clues lurking in the background these past four day; the morning I realized that I had forgotten to say "rabbit rabbit" or the light flurries that dusted the ground on my trek to work, but it sunk today: this is December. For me the year 2007 happened in the future, and I watched the milestones stampede past me - graduate, get a job or go to school, find some health care, move to a new place, pay loans, give up a car, learn how to cook. After some turbulence, things fell in place; I ended building a place to live out of duplo and lego - a bit of a mismatch but with a touch of finesse all the pieces fit. Now here I am in DC 6 months removed from graduation, 4 months removed from Chicago, and closing in on 2008. It's a year I've never thought about; probably because I was never really sure if it was possible. Here it comes, and I won't be surprised if I feel the same way in one year.

Here's a picture of my neighborhood.