because I’m seriously so happy here, leaving at the end of the semester is making me so nervous.  I can’t imagine not being here everyday, in New York, in my wonderful building, my cramped bed.. with the best people I have ever met, constantly going on some adventure.  I’m completely happy with my life, the daily scenery, the wonderful (yet ridiculously expensive!) school that I go to.  This city has become my home and I am part of it, and though my plans for next year sound amazing too, I just don’t want to leave this period of my life, where we’re all so carefree and just naturally kicking ass at school while still being able to sit in our usual spot, and just smoke everything else away.

Everyone here is so damn open minded and we’re all so in love with culture, diversity, thought.. I feel like we all have this mutual understanding that New York City changed us when we came here, because something made you realize that you’ve endured life and have seen the most this world has to offer.  The city does that much to you.

I have no doubt in my mind that the people I’ve met here will never leave me.  I want vacations!  And visiting them!  And pants to pass around!  It’s gonna happen, I tell ya.

The woman never ceases to amaze me.

And throughout the whole thing, I thought of how some parts had a Gaga feel, and then at the very end.. the black tears were like Gaga’s Fame Monster album cover.  Is it just me or is Madonna mocking the fact that everyone acknowledges that Gaga reworks her old styles? (Click)