I have been absent from my rants slash musing because life has been moving too quickly. Whew. However, right now, people are blaring 80s rock and playing beer pong downstairs (I'm in dry season for swim, poop), and I have find ample time on my hands. Funny how these things work out.

I'm 21 now. Hooray. I won't be able to drink until March 6th, but when March 6th does arrive... Welp. We'll see what happens. My birthday consisted of a glorious dinner (the night before) with the close friends, swim practice, an internship interview, a swim meet, and another glorious dinner with my absolutely a-ma-zing family. My brother bought me a book about poop. My parents bought me tickets to Follies at the Kennedy Center this summer + a classy flask. I was ecstatic, natch.

I won tickets to a small invite-only Adele show on my birthday, but couldn't go cause of swimming. I tried to buy tickets to her New York show at the Beacon in May, but they sold out in 27 seconds slash Ticketmaster aggressively hates me. I'm working on this dilemma, because I need to see that vixen in all her glory.

Dartmouth is definitely one of the levels of Hell. Probably the bottom one. I think this is the second time I've referenced Dante here. Hmm. It doesn't help that all of the freshmen are reading Infero, so that little book is haunting me around every corner. There has been too much swimming in my life for the past week, and all I want to talk about is things that are very far away from water. Like the desert.

Speaking of deserts, I contemplate dropping out of school and running away to a tropical location on the daily. It is a constant temptation, and a daydream that is probably keeping me alive. Things are that drastic.

Gaga's Born This Way is perfect. I seem to be one of the few in that camp. Everyone is calling it more than inspired by Madonna's Express Yourself, which I just find sad and tired. I'm also sick of these Madonna comparisons - sorry she's the first original, crazed pop star with mainstream impact and superstar ability since Madge. Oh, sorry, Gaga can also sing. Forgot that part. Oopsie.