Listen;

I just felt like making a list of the music that I listen to. 

1. Tango - Lady Sovereign [for all those orange people]
2. Will Never Marry - Morrissey                     
3. Crawling by Numbers - Lali Puna
4. Heavenly Peach Banquet - Monkey: Journey to the West (Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett). [Of course I listen to contemporary Chinese operas by the creators of Gorillaz.]
5. Paperback Writer - The Beatles 
6. Crimewaves (Bonus Track) - Interpol 
7. Like O, Like H - Tegan and Sara [I haven’t listened to much of them for some time. Always sort of nice for their music to break into my shuffle.]
8. Living Room - Tegan and Sara [And what do you know! Another one.]
9. Fossils - Peggy Sue [Why are they so lovely?]
10. Keyholes and Curtains - Parenthetical Girls [A voice only a mother could love. And yet I enjoy it…]
11. DoYaThing - Gorillaz featuring Andre 3000 and James Murphy [video]
12. C is the Heavenly Option - Los Campesinos! (cover of Heavenly)
13. Limousine - Brand New [I remember playing this song on repeat for a while there. I must have been a little depressed or something.]
14. Plans - Bloc Party 
15. Easy Way Out - Gotye 

I guess I can end now? 

Not sure why I felt like doing this but I did. WOOP THERE IT IS. 

You’re probably wondering why I shouldn’t be. Or maybe you’re not. Regardless, I’m going to force this information upon the masses anyway. So HAH.

I spent Wednesday and today at Johns Hopkins University with a whole lot of fellow admitted students, or as we were called “pre-froshes”. I was mostly worried I was going to be awkward and quiet and not know what to do with myself but I ended up having an amazing time. Here is a list!

• Johns Hopkins people love to give you candy. From the get-go, they are walking around offering you candy from giant bowls.
• They also like flyers, pamphlets, booklets, etc. I’ve come home with so many sources of information as well as a very large poster of Cezanne landscapes. It is currently flattening on my bedroom floor because it was rolled up before. I’m excited to put it on my wall.
• A lot of people are from New Jersey. The first people I really met and talked to were two girls from NJ, one of which fences at a school that my school has fenced against in tournaments before. 
• During dinner, there were four Ben’s at our table. FOUR.
• The girl is standing on a sea urchin. And yes; the crocodile head is spinning.
• Perception of sight is not reliable at all. We don’t really see anything truthfully; our brain can only perceive it. 
• After a class session, I meet my host. She is a freshman and I’m going to be sleeping on her floor tonight. OH YEAH.
• I stalk my friend Jackie. She is adorably awkwardly awesome as always. She makes the best faces as well.
• My host also has another pre-frosh, who I will make friends with later on in the night. She is also from Jersey. Let’s call her K.
• “Part of Frat World”. Many more performances, t-shirt earning trivia questions, and lots of laughs.
• We pretty much have time to do whatever we want. Our host ditches to grab dinner and we wander with her roommate. Dorm life is very appealing.
• Is there a gay magnet or something? Maybe it’s coincidence because K begins talking about how her girlfriend is a freshman here at JHU. We have general discussion about the LGBTQ community, school issues, prom, girlfriends in general, etc.
• There are tables. A lot of tables with clubs. And way too many glow sticks. And you guessed it; bowls and bowls of candy.
• The table for the DSAGA is AWESOME! K is reunited with her girlfriend, which is so sweet to see. The people here actually are talking with me, not to me or at me. We discuss other schools, which they really aren’t supposed to do but who cares. We manage to stay long enough that they begin cleaning up the table. It’s nearly 10:30. I feel so happy with these guys (almost spelled “gays” which is technically not exactly false) and girls. Talking with them is great and I feel so comfortable and invited. (This is a long bullet).
• I want to go back to this table, if you can’t tell already.
• K stays with her girlfriend and I proceed to the concert being held.
• I didn’t know who Milkman was. Well, I do now. It’s pretty much club music and remixes that are really loud but manage to make you want to dance.
• Jackie and I awkwardly dance until about 12:30. I really don’t care if I can’t dance all too well and that the music is excruciatingly loud and that I can feel the bass in my chest. I’m having fun and I have about 20 glow sticks on my wrists.
• Going home. JK. Not home. The dorm. I attempt to write my poem for the day but fail to do so. (I’ve failed to write a poem for today as well and I’m going to have to make up for that so forgive me).
• Sleep.
• I WANT MY HOST’S ALARM! It starts out as music, and then the alarm sound sort of softly sifts in and then it gets louder and more pronounced and then the music drifts off into the distance. Why aren’t all alarms like this? The transition from sleep to awake is so much smoother.
• The sink water is burning hot.
• K stayed with her girlfriend the rest of the night but we meet up with her in the morning. She speaks to me about sex as if I’ve already had sex, if that makes any sense… I don’t really mind but I’m surprised a bit by how much information she discloses to me. I guess she thinks I can understand and relate, which I sort of can.
• What I learned from her; don’t take showers with your girlfriend in the communal bathrooms because people sometimes take 20 minutes to brush their teeth. 
• I remember that I haven’t showered in a few days.
• Lines. Lines. Lines. Breakfast. Talking. My dad shows up.
• I buy pants from the bookstore. Two shorts and sweatpants. They are cozy.
• There is a talk with a man in charge of the Art History department at JHU. He is Irish, wearing a corduroy jacket, with a piercing in his right ear-lobe. I like him. I like what he is saying.
• Soon after, I meet the fencing coach and his 18 month old son. He keeps throwing his drink on the floor. The baby, I mean. The coach is probably 5’4” with a funny laugh. I like him also. He says I have a chance at starting next year if I come to school there. This is good news! I need to get in shape!
• Everything was done after this point. I steal some cookies and dad and I head on home. Surprisingly, the cookies contain Oreo pieces which makes me very happy.
• TODAY IS POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY AND I’VE NEGLECTED TO HAVE A POEM IN MY POCKET AND I HAVEN’T WRITTEN A POEM A DAY FOR THE LAST TWO DAYS BECAUSE I’VE BEEN BUSY.
• I need to really do my homework now.
• Picking colleges is so hard, but I really enjoyed myself so I’m leaning a bit in this direction.
• Let’s see!

OK. No one will read that, but I will. I re-read pretty much everything I write, which apparently is a bad thing to do but I don’t really do it with the intent of editing. I just like seeing what I’ve done and what I’ve said and so on.

So that was my SOHOP experience and I’m home and sleepy and not ready for school tomorrow. Luckily, break starts right after that.

NOT MOTIVATED. HELP.