Well NOW, it's 85 degrees on Ithaca's South Hill, and the tables have turned.
Ohohohoooohhh yes. People are whining incessantly about the heat, and now it's MY turn to say "Suck it up, wimps! This ain't hot!"
Well, it's kind of hot. But despite my Scandinavian heritage I am far better acclimated to warmer, ridiculously humid climates. I should have gone to college in the Amazon, but instead I chose Western New York.
Anyway, this weekend was quite eventful. On Friday a bunch of my friends and I attended the last Ithacapella concert. As usual, it was mind blowing. I felt like I was at a Backstreet Boys concert circa 1998, because of all the light effects and shrieks. Also, it was 75 degrees and sunny, so everyone grabbed towels and blankets and camped out in front of the dorms. I settled down with a crazy short Robert B. Parker novel that a friend lent me, and Charles Derber's proposal for the restructuring of the global economic system. Guess which one got read.
Please don't give me the benefit of the doubt. I have a weakness for trashy crime novels and sarcastic heroes. It's genetic.
Saturday, I went with my future roommate and her awesome family to see the musical Rent in Rochester. Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal reprised the roles they originated, and I swear I cried the entire show because of the awesomeness of it all. The original cast recording is a staple on my iPod, and suddenly here were two of them singing less that 20 feet in front of me. They sounded better in person. On the way there we also stopped at an outlet mall. I was excited mainly because I saw people beyond the college and professor age-range, which is something you kind of forget exists while at college. AND I actually bought something.
So it was, essentially, the perfect weekend. It felt like the calm before the storm of finals.
I can't believe it's the last week of classes. Unbelievable.
