Vodka Sauce and a 1.5 Liter Waterbottle

There's been a lot in my life as of late. Including that time when the fire alarm just went off in my apartment. Luckily, I and my roommate and best friend, Jared, have a fail-safe plan to avoid the alarm setting off the entire building. Interested? Okay. SCENARIO: Fire Alarm goes off. AMAZING, TECHNICALLY FUTURISTIC PLAN: Jared sprints to the kitchen, armed with a spatula and an iron-like will to conquer the smoking foodstuff. Meanwhile, Jordan, who is busily occupied with numbing dread, swoops upon the futon, claws up the blanket, and begins creating a wind vortex near the alarm. In this way, the alarm is silenced and Jared and Jordan triumphantly consume their (in today's case) chicken nuggets with ranch.

In other and much more serious news, my brother, Graham, is making a miraculous recovery after having his twice-fractured skull fused back together. That alone was enough of a trial to change my life but add some tech week for NYU's Violet on top of that and you've got yourself a hefty package of Oh my God. Still, speaking of God, He's been a good guy to my family these last couple of weeks. Miracle after miracle, we really couldn't owe the big guy more. ANYWAY, in order to put the subject down gently I'll segue into a little about my thoughts in the present tense.

I spend too much money. Which, I believe, is a little uncontrollable considering my locale, where a bagel runs me almost 4. I drink too much coffee as well, which doesn't make Mom very happy. However, the alternative is sleeping through class, which isn't really an appealing priority. Regardless of these I'm still happy; perspective-wise, all those shenanigans mean nothing. I have my brother, alive, and I have a solid sense of self. Hanging out with a bunch of cool kids, some new and some old. I also have Jared's pasta and a big-ass Poland Spring.

Who needs much else?