Yale 05'....
Wow...WOW is pretty much all I can say. The 3 weeks I spent at Yale were amazing. Seriously, I have never met better people in my life. I met people from all over the world and they all seperately had an impact on my life. I loved the Bingham elevator and basement scandals. What can I say? Shit happens. I loved getting a cup raise from Danny everyday and being the last ones in commons laughing our asses off. Danny, you're a pretty cool kid. Even though you can't hear anything...and every other word you say is "what?". But we love you anyway. I also loved your obsession with "Greek salad". Prank calling people clearly was a highlight of my life. Dave Matthews a.k.a. Don. I can't call you Don, I'm sorry but your name is Dave now. Wow, Dave Matthews, I love you ridiculous amounts. Especially when you call me at 3:30 AM when you get up for friggin deep sea fishing...
Me: Hello?
Dave: Hi.
Me: Hi...
Dave: What are you doing?
Me: I'm sleeping...
Dave: No.
Me: Yes????
I will miss conversations like that. I learned a lot of lessons at Yale. Some were educational, some were mental lessons and emotional lessons. I learned how to deal with people who I would normally flip out at. I learned how to shake my ass thanks to Dara. Even though I do a sad ass shake. I'm white, we all know this. I realized that Erica and I can never be on time. Wait, scratch that. I learned that Erica can never be on time. I discovered my new love for a different type of music...it's called RAGGAETON. I advise you all to download some raggaeton. Some Daddy Yankee. Daddy Yankee is a god. I learned that Erica will do anything if Hollister jeans are on the line. I also learned I would do anything if Hollister jeans are on the line. HAHAHAH. That was amazing. And dirty. and kinky.
Whenever I come home from camp I am very glad to be back at home. However, this is not the case now. I mean, don't get me wrong...I'm glad that I'm going to see my girls tonight. But I wish I was back at Yale finishing up hellish SAT class right about now. And Erica and I would be recieving calls from either Danny or Dave asking where we were. Even though it was obvious we were in our rooms. I actually shedded a couple of tears the last night when we were saying goodbye to Danny. Of course Riada had to be rude and chastise us for being 6 minutes late. Oh no, arrest us.
I'm going to go get ready for a night with my girls.
Holla to Welch 3.
and I have one last thing to say...
MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Hello?
Dave: Hi.
Me: Hi...
Dave: What are you doing?
Me: I'm sleeping...
Dave: No.
Me: Yes????
I will miss conversations like that. I learned a lot of lessons at Yale. Some were educational, some were mental lessons and emotional lessons. I learned how to deal with people who I would normally flip out at. I learned how to shake my ass thanks to Dara. Even though I do a sad ass shake. I'm white, we all know this. I realized that Erica and I can never be on time. Wait, scratch that. I learned that Erica can never be on time. I discovered my new love for a different type of music...it's called RAGGAETON. I advise you all to download some raggaeton. Some Daddy Yankee. Daddy Yankee is a god. I learned that Erica will do anything if Hollister jeans are on the line. I also learned I would do anything if Hollister jeans are on the line. HAHAHAH. That was amazing. And dirty. and kinky.
Whenever I come home from camp I am very glad to be back at home. However, this is not the case now. I mean, don't get me wrong...I'm glad that I'm going to see my girls tonight. But I wish I was back at Yale finishing up hellish SAT class right about now. And Erica and I would be recieving calls from either Danny or Dave asking where we were. Even though it was obvious we were in our rooms. I actually shedded a couple of tears the last night when we were saying goodbye to Danny. Of course Riada had to be rude and chastise us for being 6 minutes late. Oh no, arrest us.
I'm going to go get ready for a night with my girls.
Holla to Welch 3.
and I have one last thing to say...
MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!