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I have been in nostalgia mode for the past few days. Wednesday night I went to go see Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones. Not only did it bring back all the old memories from 1999, Senior year when we used to cut class and go see Episode I, but it just reminded me of how long Star Wars has been a part of my life. In a good way.

Next, I went to go to see Damn Yankees at the Walnut St. Theatre. This really got the old feelings churned up since it was a glorious era of my high school life that, sadly, has been almost forgotten. But I still remember all the lines, and all the songs, and I bet if I got up on stage, all the choreography. By the way, the production was less than spectacular. I was disappointed considering a bunch of high school kids put on a more lively, although lower-budget, version back in 99.

Saturday was cold as hell and the day consisted of my playing rugby and then going to Spring Jam to watch Guster play. I had never heard of them, but now I can say I have been to see Guster, in case someone asks.

Sunday I was a complete slob not leaving the house. But I hurt my head playing rugby so thats my excuse.

I never expected to end the night back at Kelly Hall, my old Freshman dorm, sitting in a messy room, playing Soul Caliber with girls I just met (girls play Soul Caliber?) and somehow loosing. It was one of those nights. The rugby formal always seems to bring out the most interesting behavior in my teammates. I just didn’t expect they would get naked in a restaurant the way they did, and always do. But in the end, it was good times. Not for that reason.

And yet I sit at my computer everyday not making entries…

I’ve been kinda busy, after pledging, I got right back into my Shakespeare thing and rugby season. Both of those are pretty much over for the summer but classes are still a force in my daily routine. The weather has been less than summery as but less than typical “April Rains”.

Somehow, I turned 21. Whats up with that. All of a sudden I am old. My eyesight seems foggy and I fight myself combing the surface of my face for the start of wrinkles. I find myself online at the DMV waiting to get a new license and saying things like “you kids”. I found myself back at Columbia lecturing about the marvels and the stresses of college life and how beautiful it is, but how ugly it can become. Life is still good, its aging that sucks.

Its no fun being sick, especially when you have to sit through hours upon hours of lectures. My head hurts even when I am healthy, I am about ready to die. Ok, gotta go watch Pokemon.