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when your friends drunk call you at 3am, but forget that you're 3 hours ahead, well...that's love right there.
the only reason i bothered picking up is because they have their own ringtone. as soon as i was awoken from my slumber with "GIRRRRL, i can tell you've been crying and you needing somebody to talk toooooo", i thought, "goddammit girls! EASTERN STANDARD TIME ZONE!!!" as i reluctantly searched for my phone in the dark. as soon as i picked up, a flurry of "WE LOVE YOU! WE MISS YOU! WE WISH YOU WERE HERE!"s rang through. aw. still very nice to hear at 6am. even when you went to bed at 2:30. longest drunk call ever at 53 minutes.
still, i definitely needed it. ive been going thru a rough patch. nothing major, just stress of finals and all. but when i was talking to them last night, i almost got a little weepy. which is so unlike me. me, who wont even get teary-eyed when "extreme makeover: home edition" comes on (which apparently, is the litmus test of tv shows). also, i was watching 20/20 on friday night. their whole theme was "mothers". and one of the last segments was a mother who, after having been diagnosed with cancer, made a bunch of videotapes for her daughter (who was only 2 when the woman was diagnosed and 5 when the woman ended up dying) to guide her through life. there was one regarding career path: "when you decide what you want to do in life, dont do what you think i'd want you to do or what you think your father would want you to do. do what's in your heart and what makes you happy." one regarding boys, and the one that really got me was the one regarding a stepmother: "i know that you might not want your father to remarry but i want your father to be happy and i wont mind if you call another woman 'mom' because i know that i'm your real mother". i started bawling. then, i talked to my mom and upon getting off the phone, starting crying. i was a mess. i was like "what the hell is wrong with you? fuckin faucet!" and then, this morning, i woke up and realized what the hell was wrong with me. it was PMS, baby. whew. i thought i was growing some emotions or something. pfft...
to let you know how cold it is here...
last night, i was out and about. my nose ran a little bit and upon reaching the tip of my nose and having impact with the frigid air, they turned into little icicles around my nostril. then, later, when i got into steph's car and put the heater on, the nose-icles melted and ran down my nose.
i know, disgusting testament to the frostiness of this place. but deliciously explicit? no? ok. sorry.
the only reason i bothered picking up is because they have their own ringtone. as soon as i was awoken from my slumber with "GIRRRRL, i can tell you've been crying and you needing somebody to talk toooooo", i thought, "goddammit girls! EASTERN STANDARD TIME ZONE!!!" as i reluctantly searched for my phone in the dark. as soon as i picked up, a flurry of "WE LOVE YOU! WE MISS YOU! WE WISH YOU WERE HERE!"s rang through. aw. still very nice to hear at 6am. even when you went to bed at 2:30. longest drunk call ever at 53 minutes.
still, i definitely needed it. ive been going thru a rough patch. nothing major, just stress of finals and all. but when i was talking to them last night, i almost got a little weepy. which is so unlike me. me, who wont even get teary-eyed when "extreme makeover: home edition" comes on (which apparently, is the litmus test of tv shows). also, i was watching 20/20 on friday night. their whole theme was "mothers". and one of the last segments was a mother who, after having been diagnosed with cancer, made a bunch of videotapes for her daughter (who was only 2 when the woman was diagnosed and 5 when the woman ended up dying) to guide her through life. there was one regarding career path: "when you decide what you want to do in life, dont do what you think i'd want you to do or what you think your father would want you to do. do what's in your heart and what makes you happy." one regarding boys, and the one that really got me was the one regarding a stepmother: "i know that you might not want your father to remarry but i want your father to be happy and i wont mind if you call another woman 'mom' because i know that i'm your real mother". i started bawling. then, i talked to my mom and upon getting off the phone, starting crying. i was a mess. i was like "what the hell is wrong with you? fuckin faucet!" and then, this morning, i woke up and realized what the hell was wrong with me. it was PMS, baby. whew. i thought i was growing some emotions or something. pfft...
to let you know how cold it is here...
last night, i was out and about. my nose ran a little bit and upon reaching the tip of my nose and having impact with the frigid air, they turned into little icicles around my nostril. then, later, when i got into steph's car and put the heater on, the nose-icles melted and ran down my nose.
i know, disgusting testament to the frostiness of this place. but deliciously explicit? no? ok. sorry.