I both love and hate going to the optometrist's. I love that feeling when you come out of the optometrist's office (in Costco, in my case) with that new pair of contacts on and everything that entire day looks so much clearer, brighter, and cleaner. The red sign for poultry is that much redder, the white letters gleaming clearly from a distance, inviting you to drink them in with your corrected eyes. When you're driving at night, all the lights are brighter, you can see all the store signs from a distance, green, orange, red, yellow all mixing together in their neon glow. It's what I always imagined being in love in the movie sense would be like, those montages where the protagonist goes through life with a silly grin on his face accompanied by a pop song, where everything looks fresh and happy.

But at the same time, it's very depressing. It means that my eyes got worse, again. And this time, a lot worse in both eyes. When will it stop? I always wondered if you end up becoming so near-sighted you go blind. But even more than that, at some point, completely unconsciously, things stop being so clear. I don't even think that it's you get used to it, but your eyes decline, unknowingly and unwillingly, and the world goes back to that shade of grey and you lose the vibrancy of that first moment. I can't quite decide what is more tragic, in my melodramatic mind: losing vibrancy through habit.. it's so colourful and beautiful that it's no longer so, or that inevitable decline causes everything to fade.

Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall fade

On a happier note, I finally hung out with Sarah yesterday!!! We met at Vicki's apartment in Orange, which is really nice actually, very new and large, with fountains and a pool. Not at all sketchy like I imagined! Vicki and I were waiting in her room when Sarah got there. We turned of all the lights in Vicki's room because we assumed there would be light in the kitchen once we opened the door since her roommate had been cooking with a friend. We opened the door and everything was dark! I thought we were going to be murdered or some other very sketchy thing was occurring, especially because someone screamed right when we opened the door. Given all the stories I've heard about Vicki's roommates, any number of possibilities ran through my mind in that instant. But it, fortunately, was rather innocent. Sasha, another roommate, was coming back, and they were waiting to surprise her.

Anyway, we met Sarah, who is awesome as usual, and they elected that I drive them down to the Block. I don't know why they picked me, the only one out of the three who doesn't know her way around that area at all, but we made it relatively intact. We decided to eat at Johnny Rocket's, which is across from this furniture store, which, for some inexplicable reason, excited Sarah to such a degree that only me looking at something French can rival.
"Can we PLEASE go sit on the couches? PLEASE? All that leather.. ooo"
So strange... Anyway, we ignored her requests (with much hysterical, incapacitating laughter in the 10 feet it took to walk to Johnny Rocket's) and went into the restaurant, where we sank, literally, into the booth seats. Sarah and I were on one side, and she went in first and decided to stop like... halfway through the seat and sit down, leaving me barely enough room so that we were pressed together like sardines. About 20 minutes later, she finally said, "Wait. Why am I so close to you? What the heck?"
"I DON'T KNOW, SARAH. I'm FALLING OFF here! I kept wondering why you kept wanting our legs to touch."
As I predicted, they spent most of the period making fun of me together, though Vicki was also viciously mean to Sarah (as she is to everyone). I think it surprised Sarah a bit. Mwahaha. Everyone always thinks Vicki is so nice. I don't know why. And then they see the real side! That I'M the nice one. Hmph! For example, as we we were walking around afterwards, I did something stupid, as usual... one of the innumerable stupid things I did yesterday.. might have been tripping or running into something, and Vicki said, "Wow. And you're supposed to be the smartest one out of the three of us."
"HEY!!" Sarah protested. (I don't know why she would.. hehe just kidding)
Vicki took one glance at her and immediately declared, "And I'm the second smartest."

We all had milkshakes (oreo, strawberry, and chocolate, to be exact).. I wasn't going to have one and then they both got one and I had to give in to temptation. Peer pressure, I tell you! Sarah dug a nickel out of her wallet to put in the jukebox because she wanted to hear "Brown-Eyed Girl." It was a very classic moment when she tried to stick the nickel in some random indent in the back of the machine and was like, "Does it go in here??"
Simultaneously, Vicki and I said, "Umm... I think it goes here, you know, where it says: INSERT HERE."
"OHHHHH... teheheh"
I love Sarah. Probably because she's the only one who makes me feel smart when I do stupid things. :p Just kidding! There are other reasons as well!

Anyway, we wandered about the Block after eating, like this one really weird store across from Johnny Rocket's right in my line of sight. I spent every spare moment in the first half of our conversation staring at it, trying to figure out what it's name was. Then when I asked them, we spent another five minute discussing possibilities. Finally, we decided that we were going to go ask them. And so we did, except when we were in front of the store, it was completely open. Clothes in a white room with no one tending to them. I was so confused. I wanted to go in and check, but Sarah and Vicki apparently thought this was sketchy and decided that the store was named "LA HOT" which is the worst name ever, btw. I still want to know. Whatever. We also went to Forever 21, where I realized that most of the things I wear came from there, surprisingly enough, Windsor, where I haven't gone since prom, and NOT Victoria's Secret, where my mom had made me spend 30 minutes the previous day.

Finally, we parted ways and Sarah and I made our way towards the skating rink. And when I say "made our way," I mean got significantly lost, looked for a bank, made lots of U-turns, almost ran into curbs, randomly stopped on driveways, blocked other cars, etc. I am NOT a bad driver unless Sarah is in the car. I swear! It's horrible!!! We finally found the Wells Fargo, where Sarah went to the ATM and I went to turn the car around... we were both laughing uncontrollably at this point at my horrible driving (ONLY WHEN SHE'S AROUND). We eventually got to the skating rink (after distress calls to Sarah's mom), which was very empty since it was Wednesday, but still really fun. Okay. Roller skating is very different from roller blading, and a LOT harder. We were barely out on the rink when Sarah fell flat on her stomach. It was pretty hilarious (once I ascertained she was okay). It's also a bad idea to try and help people on roller skates because both people usually end up on the ground. After she fell, Sarah kept saying, "Now you need to fall so that the equilibrium of the world is restored." I didn't fall for a while, so at one point, she said, "Okay. You need to fall already. Or I'm going to push you." That's terrible! But then when I did almost fall, she saved me, so we can still be friends. :) But I did end up falling... six times. And she never fell again. IN my defense, SHE was too cowardly to do the backwards skating round, which made me fall three times while she stood on the side and laughed. The last one really hurt, so I just sat there on the rink and chilled for a while. There was this REALLY intense lady who was really tall and huge, had a kneepads, shoulder pads, a helmet and a mouthguard. It was really scary. During one of the games where you had to get to the paper plate on the ground before the other person, she'd already fallen and was far away, and so the other lady, who wasn't as into it, took her time, and she CRAWLED and POUNCED on it right at the lady's feet. Geez. I'd hate to be against her in a game that actually matters. And when Sarah smiled at her at one point, she kind of made this growling noise. *shudder*

Anyway, we skated for the two hours it was open to all sorts of music. The highlights, in my opinion, which I'm sure Sarah would disagree with in her "infinitely" better taste, were: "Thriller," the two Lady Gaga songs (I really hate Javi and Florian for making me a fan...), and... my personal favourite at the moment "Fireflies" by Owl City. :)

Talking with Sarah was the only time I wished I'd gone to a big university with a great newspaper. She's on the Daily Cal and is doing really well, which is a huge paper. A daily, obviously, but it's both the school paper and the city paper, and they cover all sorts of things, like city news and everything and she's been to press conferences with CNN journalists. And her junior year, she's hoping to get into this UC/DC program, which sends Berkeley journalists to Washington DC for a year as interns for CNN or NPR. Opportunities like that are amazing. I've applied to the LA Times and NPR for the summer and don't even know if I'll even hear back from them at all. I know that Amherst is amazing educationally and I obviously don't regret my decision to go there, especially since I told myself I wanted a solid, broad liberal arts education without specifying in anything like journalism first just so that I could do anything I wanted and wasn't stuck in journalism, like I would have been had I gone to Northwestern (which is guaranteed positions at the NY Times every year, for goodness' sakes...), but when I'm having issues just keeping my staff together to print a weekly that has to beg people to write second-rate articles half the time, I really start to second guess myself for just a second. But no. I love Amherst. Journalism will follow, if it will happen at all. But sigh. The Oracle was a great, nationally award-winning paper. The Student... I just hope that it'll print every week. And that we have enough money to stay afloat... I just got a bunch of bills. But that's not important. Anyway.

This break has made me really appreciate cars, for some reason. I never *liked* driving before. I never minded it of course, but I never physically thought about liking it. But last night, speeding down the 57 singing along to Lady Gaga and Taylor Swift, I really wished I had a car at Amherst. Not that I really go anywhere or have the time to, but I feel like it severely limits me (and my friends) to all the shenanigans and adventures we could have. I realized that other than a few times with Walter, who, incidentally, has a car, I never left Amherst town this year. I never even got on the bus, except for once to see Cirque du Soleil at UMass. I haven't even gone to Northampton this year. If I had a car, or if one of us had a car, we could take day trips to Boston, even, or just go exploring around New England--the immediate area or beyond. After a year and a half at Amherst, I realized I've never really seen New England beyond Amherst. This must change, somehow. I need to become close friends with someone with a car. Now. Haha.