The only living boy in New York

(The title's a reference to one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands, Simon and Garfunkel. Check 'em out, yo.)

GR GIANT SQUID OF FRUSTRATION IS RAGING OVER MY CONSTANT ROMANTICISM AND FANTASIES WHY WHY.

*ahem* I like Cornell a lot. It's a wonderful campus. It's large enough so that I don't feel stifled, and there's plenty to do. I'm already getting involved in a lot of fun activities. I joined a film club guys! I'm already in charge of cinematography. You don't even know how exciting that is.

My film class is also going well. My only complaint with it is that we don't get to do enough camera work, and that most of the upperclassmen like to take charge when we do assignments, thinking they know more because they're older. Like a few days ago, we were working on a film assignment, and I was behind the camera. I set up the shot, and it looked pretty great, if I do say so myself. I was excited to shoot it. Then one of the seemingly shy girls became extremely bossy and kicked me off the camera and sent me to be the "slate girl". The slate is that thing you see on movie sets (see below.)

How embarrassing.

And then she changes my shot, defying the rules of composition in the process! How dare she! I'm making it a goal to be more assertive in my film class. Freshman or not, I know what I'm doing and I'm not letting some pesky junior get in my way.

Classes are rough, man. They're eating me up. French and International Relations in particular. So much work! I'm being optimistic, though. I've been working harder the past week or two, so let's see how it goes. I have a French exam on Thursday, so we'll put my knowledge to the test.

I'm also thinking about visiting my close friend in New York City one of these weekends. She's having so much fun at NYU, and it always makes me smile in a sad way when she sends me a picture of something she knows I'd like in the City. Like last week, there was a lecture on Kerouac, and she showed me a picture of it. Then she told me about some of her experiences in Central Park, like listening to someone play music from Amelie on the accordion. She knows I adore that movie. It's always nice to know your friends know what you like, you know? (Haha, 3 uses of 'know' in one sentence.)

I sometimes wonder if maybe I should have gone to New York. I fantasize too much. Just a little thought.