Time

What a webbed post 'Time' can be. Remember that time? What time is it? Let me tell you, as I pull the pocket watch hanging round my neck. For this is my new obsession. I've already spent my entire shopping budget on pocketwatch necklaces. Antiquey looking ones because I think they're fabulous. Speaking of fabluous I've just come from the Hookah bar where I've seen the Emma Gray, in town for one night and one night only visiting us from lovely London. She tells me it is gross and smelly there. Remember that time? At camp, summer 2008 when...well honestly we didnt talk about camp. We talked about the now because thats whats interesting.

Walking home smelling like gross, but loving that I went and maybe its the Hookah but I just feel good. Its November and its not cold, I feel good in my skin. Walk through campus at 2 in the morning and tell me its not gorgeous. Maybe its the orange glow of lights. Maybe I'm sentimental. But I feel good here, it took being away and it took a while being back but I am happy I am here and I am happy with the time I've had here. This is mine. In Ireland, we helped Bev moved all her things from her apt to her car at the end of term. We all know that feeling, the sadness to leave school and the pride in being done. There was a sense though, that UCDublin, it wasnt mine, it was Bevs. Bev had countless memories there and friendships she will take through life whereas I had a semesters worth. Purdue is mine, it belongs to me and I to it just as it belonged to my father, my sister, my cousin and my best friends. I still clap everytime I go through the clapping cirlce, I drink from the lion fountain, I sit on the cold stone of the engineering fountain where I've had countless one on one, deep, soul searching talks with friends. I've stood multiple times on the top of the University street parking garage at night and I've spit. This is mine. Good times.