Now's the right time, for a good sign, get something to say what I can't.
2nd to last weekend at college = ridiculous success
I'm tired and don't want to write papers, but I had such a great time.
Shouldn't I throw myself into this, isn't it the culmination of everything?
Friday Erik came up. We ate pizza pockets at Pizza House in old tradition. Amy and Chris came from State for Chris' sister Katie's 21st birthday. Ended up at Rick's (not my usual hangout) but had soooooooooo much fun. Katie B and Kyle joined us later. Smiles, beer, soco limes, arms around your waist, close friend kinda fun. Some nut paid us $60 to trade him tables. So we drank free for the rest of the night and ordered rounds of shots. Arrived back at the Cuervo Nation (1033 - our humble abode). Leaguers show up with all their party. So we have family room dancing to Journey, eat Cottage Inn pizza, and Kyle breaks her toe. Slumber party in my attic. Such a sense of comfort and security when visiting close friends sleep under your roof and blankets.
Saturday morning we had breakfast for 8 at Angelo's, a trip to UHS for Kyle (2nd in 3 days) and Pistons. I napped in
Erik's arms while D-town kicked some ass. Procrastinated paper writing. 1033 girls decide to play diva dress up. We looked the part. Roadside Zoo was as fun as always, lots of beer sipping, sing-along boogie. Lots of friendly faces and people I will miss in two weeks. Fleetwood diner for one last hurrah! Back to Walnut, hockey stick fights in the hallway, crashing in empty Evan's bed with Jen and Nicole. Got home at 8 this morning and slept till 1:30.
Roadside Zoo and Fleetwood diner may be one of those defining things you remember about college.
As will Angelo's breakfasts (and workdays) - a second home with my pseudo-AA-parents.
The porch.
And random get-togethers that seem to organize themselves at 2am in our living room.
I used to LIVE like this, I got so tired, but man do I have some awesome memories and stories to tell.
This will all be over so soon. I'm not really ready for it. Feels like simply summer vacation.
So much is different than before.
Props to the maturity of "boyfriend" in avoiding repeated arguments on Friday
Mad props to John Wayne
I'm in love with a rock star/mathematician.
e. kiss. kiss.
I'm tired and don't want to write papers, but I had such a great time.
Shouldn't I throw myself into this, isn't it the culmination of everything?
Friday Erik came up. We ate pizza pockets at Pizza House in old tradition. Amy and Chris came from State for Chris' sister Katie's 21st birthday. Ended up at Rick's (not my usual hangout) but had soooooooooo much fun. Katie B and Kyle joined us later. Smiles, beer, soco limes, arms around your waist, close friend kinda fun. Some nut paid us $60 to trade him tables. So we drank free for the rest of the night and ordered rounds of shots. Arrived back at the Cuervo Nation (1033 - our humble abode). Leaguers show up with all their party. So we have family room dancing to Journey, eat Cottage Inn pizza, and Kyle breaks her toe. Slumber party in my attic. Such a sense of comfort and security when visiting close friends sleep under your roof and blankets.
Saturday morning we had breakfast for 8 at Angelo's, a trip to UHS for Kyle (2nd in 3 days) and Pistons. I napped in
Erik's arms while D-town kicked some ass. Procrastinated paper writing. 1033 girls decide to play diva dress up. We looked the part. Roadside Zoo was as fun as always, lots of beer sipping, sing-along boogie. Lots of friendly faces and people I will miss in two weeks. Fleetwood diner for one last hurrah! Back to Walnut, hockey stick fights in the hallway, crashing in empty Evan's bed with Jen and Nicole. Got home at 8 this morning and slept till 1:30.
Roadside Zoo and Fleetwood diner may be one of those defining things you remember about college.
As will Angelo's breakfasts (and workdays) - a second home with my pseudo-AA-parents.
The porch.
And random get-togethers that seem to organize themselves at 2am in our living room.
I used to LIVE like this, I got so tired, but man do I have some awesome memories and stories to tell.
This will all be over so soon. I'm not really ready for it. Feels like simply summer vacation.
So much is different than before.
Props to the maturity of "boyfriend" in avoiding repeated arguments on Friday
Mad props to John Wayne
I'm in love with a rock star/mathematician.
e. kiss. kiss.