Arizona/ Thinking with 7 around

I'm in Arizona, at the Nike Basketball Tournament with the team. It's pretty intense, getting our asses handed to us by a bunch of better teams. But, it's all about fun right? I don't play much because I don't love the game as much as everyone else I think. I'm just not as excited to play or excited to do well. I feel bad, but I can't help myself. I'd rather be an artist, sitting in coffee shops and discussing music, listening to live bands, dating the leader of the band. Just a fantasy but next year at NYU, maybe.. I'm hoping that it will come true. I'm scared, I'm not going to lie. I admit that I'm afraid to be in the city by myself, living with strangers, knowing only a few girls from school but in different locations not in the city. I'm nervous, that I won't have friends, that people will hate me. I'm afraid that it will take people years to get used to me, that I'll have to start all over. I worked hard at school to make the friends that I've made, to get to the level of an artist that I wanted to get to. I know I should be more open to new opportunities, but it's hard to get out of this mentality. I'm on my friends computer, so I'll have to come back as my computer is recuperating from a hard crash.

To Do list

1.) Escape Death
2.) live a little
3.) meet Obama
4.) adopt
5.) drink coffee with a new yorker
6.) live in new york
7.) live poor for a day
8.) learn to forgive
9.) memorize one song all the way through
10.) destory a pair of jimmy choos
11.) work for the red cross
12.) visit south africa
13.) own a pair of cowboy boots
14.) meet the new york dolls
15.) own something from vivienne westwood
16.) work for marc jacobs
17.) marry for love
18.) scuba
... more to come

Begin

All dressed up and no where to go. This seems to be a constant overhanging of life here. Here, rather vague description, but there is no other way to describe it. Perhaps this is the result of going to an all girls school. Yesterday, a friend hosted a party. Upon showing up, it seemed fun, classic even, but I underestimate our generation. Drug dealing on her porch step by regular "homies chillin", they inform me. Pot and alcohol sitting upstairs, making friends. I came to have fun, not to wake up with no pants on. So in a general conclusion, it was allright. But let me explain what I mean by the opening sentence. The girls at my school are much too good for this place. We need to get out, to experience the world, to escape from this incased bubble that we are constantly being associated with. We are better than this, yet our parents send us here to become "educated, proper, lady like". Ironic how just last year we had a few girls leave our school for drug related reasons. Rumor? I think not. The point is, the world should expect more from us. I, for one, am excited to experience the new possibilites that college will provide next year, hopefully at NYU. Chicka... what was the terminology? Oh..... Chickaaayeaaahhhhh. Quite a touche.