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I forgot to mention this, but my skanky writing has found me a new home, I’m now a theoretically regular blogger at the Columbia Spectator’s opinion blog, the
Commentariat. My writer’s page, with links to all my posts, is here. Most recently, I’ve written about this group of smelly, crazy people:

Take Back NYU!

I know I never did return and blog some more after finals, but my absence is justified, I promise. This semester I’m *still* taking six classes, which pretty much translates to a daily schedule full of procrastinating with no time for rest or anything else. But it’s paying off- As of sometime this week, I’m an Anthropology major with a concentration in Linguistics. It makes me feel good, especially since this week has been largely about how legitimizing institutions alternatively fuck you over / make you feel good. I still have to go through this ridiculous process if I want to actually get a major in Linguistics, which I’m still unsure about.

Something else that has also been consuming my life:

I went to mass on Ash Wednesday.

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Today is the last day of my first year of college. Tomorrow *afternoon, I’m leaving New York City for the summer. Man oh man, it’s a little strange. Time passes by so quickly, you know and so on…

In any case, I still have one night left and then I’m gone. I can’t wait for the scorching Texas heat, you don’t even know. So if we’ve spent this year being away from each other, and are now coming back to dear old Lewisville, let’s make a point to enjoy the summer now that we’ve had our share of the ignominies of academic responsibility. ¿Vale?

And for everyone I met this year at Columbia and around the city, and with whom I had a chance to share something:

Gee, I’m so adorable.