I sit here in my warm apartment and watch heavy snow fall from my window. Weather reports say negative four and storms on the way. This might be perfect timing with a romantic poetry paper to write and several finals to do — on a day like today, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but this cozy room.
However, with deadlines on my mind, I’ve found any type of distraction I could possibly find. Last night I went to Johny O’s bar on University. That’s the thing you gotta know about this school, certain nights entail certain things. You know if you are going out on Thursday night, head straight to Johny O’s to ensure you’ll see everyone you’ve learned to love or hate in the past four years. All of your past hook-ups will be buying new girls shots, but certainly texting you at bar time. The girl you became instant BFF with the first week of freshman year will give you a guaranteed awkward wave. And of course the people you did want to see that night, but actually forgot to call, will be floating around somewhere. Again, my feelings remain indifferent. I feel like I’m in “Groundhog’s Day” and I can’t tell if I want to escape it or embrace it.
