MY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY GAVE ME MALARIA!

So. Who says things like, "the end of an era"? Well, I do, because this is my last first day of a semester of undergrad. Just to compare the tremendous differences between my current life and my terrifying freshman life, let's have a little recap.

FIRST DAY EVER OF COLLEGE
wearing: red polo shirt, jeans, and flip-flops even though it was cold as fuck
woke up: at nine AM to make it to my 10:30 class
ate breakfast: nope, I was too freaked out
listened to: jeez, probably bjork or weezer or something
smoked: nope, not for a few years
relaxed: probably in the underground, son!
did my homework: immediately.

LAST FIRST DAY EVER OF COLLEGE
wearing: black boots, black tights, black miniskirt, blue turtleneck, black blazer, green scarf, watch and gloves
woke up: at 11:30 to go to therapy
ate breakfast: toast and tea. what a grown-up girl.
listened to: the Shirelles while getting dressed, Elvis Costello for walking to therapy
smoked: a few Pall Mall 100s
relaxed: not yet!
did my homework: not even. I don't even have classes until tomorrow.

So. I'm going to go on being grown up by buying my books, eating a slice of the quiche Rachel made last night (we are truly grown, I tell you!), cleaning my room, and buying groceries for the incredible black bean and sweet potato burrito EXTRAVAGANZA tonight.

Yip yip.