Hi betches.
Eek, I just had to bid farewell to Kinslefuck. Weird noise, I tell you. What's disappointing, though, was that I've lived with her for 8 months of my life, she's gone through this whirlwind of a year with me. Heard everything stupid that I have done. Slept next to me every night... But I feel like I just got really close to her. I hate when this shit happens.
I am taking a break (that has lasted an hour) from doing my Comp Lit rap about Nibelungenlied. Yeah, look it up, bitches. Except Margie.
I want to start making fresh beats daily now. It really is a fulfilling and satisfying passtime for me, because I'm a douche bag. And I like that stuff..
Download "Them Shoes" by Patrick Sweany. It sounds oddly like Dan Auerbach from the Black Keys, and I like it a lottttttttttt. Also, Broken Social Scene's new album just came out, and it seems pretty fresh. Much more commercial than "You Forgot It In People" (their last album), but it's still really good. Also, the Up In The Air soundtrack is fucking divine. Dan Auerbach has a song, Goin' Home, on it that I am obsessed with. And Help Yourself by Sad Brad Smith. If you're looking for more like upbeat, 'let's roll on molly and go crazy' music, download Cockney Thug by Rusko. It's fun. What else. Ooh, Pink Floyd has been on my mind lately. Gotta love em.
So, Ross Ruello gave me his script to read because he wants my opinion (which is a huge deal for me, I don't know why) and he has fantastic vision. It's like Les Miserables with Fight Club with something incredibly original. And that was only with the first 13 pages. He sent me more, but I have yet to read them.
I am really FUCKING NERVOUS about leaving everyone. Like... Shit. My best friends are here, and I am with them 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I walk to their rooms when I wake up, do nothing all day, go downtown and do ridiculous things, then repeat. We have gone through our freshman year together, which is probably one of the most important years of your life. I have changed completely from the person I am in Dallas, and that terrifies me. I am thankful that I am going to New York for the summer so I don't have to go back to the person that I once was. That's not completely true, but I like college Amy better than the insecure Amy that I am at home. It's only like that around certain people (especially the guys), not with my family, Melanie, Francis, Dulaney, Kiley, etc. I don't know. It will be interesting. I feel like I'm giving off this front that I am a completely different person here and I suck balls at home, which I am not trying to do. I am very happy at home. I just can't imagine not being here with you fine folk.
My lip is getting immensely better! The bruising on the inside of my lip is still there and it hurts, but the cut is completely gone (shout out to you, Neosporin!). I don't think the event has completely hit me yet. I mean, I don't think that I will be a psycho, never-walk-alone, paranoid-out-of-my-pants person, I just think that I tried to brush it off like it was no big deal, when it was. I mean, I could have died, easily. Raped. Scary shit. I am very, very lucky, and that is pretty much the only thing I think about when I reflect on the situation. I'm lucky that I fought back, I'm lucky there was a cop across the street, lucky to have had a badass detective, lucky to be alive. So, if that is avoiding the situation, then shit.
My mama comes tomorrow! Hooray! Then I leave for New York on the 14th, move in the 15th, start work on the 17th. It turns out a shit ton of older Kappas (Gwen, Hagan, Lizzy Stone, a few others that I forgot at the top of my head) will be there, which will be very fun. Also, LoParcfuck is coming to show me around the city the first week I'm there, because he will be at his house in Greenwich, CT and it's 30 minutes away. That will be interesting!
Anyways, I am going to continue rapping now.
I mean, don't judge me if I have a mental breakdown when I say bye to you, okay? Because I most likely will.
Love you all dearly.
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