just a feeling.

ahhhhh.
i haven't written down anything about harvard or the end of summer or anything. goshhhh, this is love. well, mostly, like. but some things are love. like the cute muskat's nephew. oh ROOMMATES, mmmm. listening to philip glass and talking about sex, religion, family, social issues, art, friendships. i can't even begin to describe everything that's happened in the last four days. and every day gets better and better. it's a different universe. instead of conversations growing once a few months, there's a flurry of people who i can talk to about things i've thought about but have never said because i felt like no one would understand. it's like a feast. it feels almost gluttonous.

i can totally see how someone can get sucked into the glorious majesty of it all. what they give here seems magical. anything one could possibly ask for, it's here. it's in these people. no one has filled the stereotype of what i imagined here. my roommate wrote a 20 chapter book called qe full of art and a story. how sick is that?

i still haven't met that many people, but i'm already starting to feel filled. i'm finding my negatives. i only hope that they feel the same. i already have too much to learn than my frail mind can handle. i wish i could use the other 90% of my brain.

there is just too much to say. the last four days are worth a few months of my life. that is all.