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so i've been listening to here (in your arms) by hellogoodbye pretty much on repeat for a week now. i heard it for the first time on the way to a hockey game last thursday, but didn't pay much attention to it until after the game, when we put it on repeat for the whole drive just to learn the words. and i promise you, those hockey players sing it to me every single time i hear it.
y'all, they were just so attractive--i can't help it.
my roommates and i had a discussion about which sports prospective dates should play.. and no one in my apartment agrees with me on hockey players. they were talking about swimmers. really? give me a hockey player over a swimmer any day.*
so my birthday was last saturday.. and it was probably the best birthday i could've ever had. there weren't really that many surprises, but there were a few.. and probably the biggest surprise was everyone spoiling me for the entire weekend. that and eating my weight in cake. haha.. my own weight.
funny.
but no, really.
i've been sleeping really well lately. or maybe i haven't necessarily been sleeping well, but i've been dreaming. i never remembered dreaming (i still don't think i actually ever dreamt) in high school, or even middle school, so i never had that 'wake up and try to cling to the rest of the dream' thing going on.. but now i'm experiencing it.. and i do not like it at all. although it did work yesterday morning. or i might have just pretended.. regardless.
this week was usc's official hate on conservatives, texans, southerners, christians, bush, america, and heather week. but whatev. i'm coming back strong next week. i pledge myself to making eye contact without sighs or eye rolls, and sitting through classes without arms folded.
i wish y'all could see my room. it's quite possibly the most ridiculously messy thing west of my room at home.
okay, the water's running to heat up. i suppose i should go. all my love-
*of course, no offense to swimmers. it's not like i'm choosing my husband this way. even if i wanted to. which i don't. i'll stop talking.
y'all, they were just so attractive--i can't help it.
my roommates and i had a discussion about which sports prospective dates should play.. and no one in my apartment agrees with me on hockey players. they were talking about swimmers. really? give me a hockey player over a swimmer any day.*
so my birthday was last saturday.. and it was probably the best birthday i could've ever had. there weren't really that many surprises, but there were a few.. and probably the biggest surprise was everyone spoiling me for the entire weekend. that and eating my weight in cake. haha.. my own weight.
funny.
but no, really.
i've been sleeping really well lately. or maybe i haven't necessarily been sleeping well, but i've been dreaming. i never remembered dreaming (i still don't think i actually ever dreamt) in high school, or even middle school, so i never had that 'wake up and try to cling to the rest of the dream' thing going on.. but now i'm experiencing it.. and i do not like it at all. although it did work yesterday morning. or i might have just pretended.. regardless.
this week was usc's official hate on conservatives, texans, southerners, christians, bush, america, and heather week. but whatev. i'm coming back strong next week. i pledge myself to making eye contact without sighs or eye rolls, and sitting through classes without arms folded.
i wish y'all could see my room. it's quite possibly the most ridiculously messy thing west of my room at home.
okay, the water's running to heat up. i suppose i should go. all my love-
*of course, no offense to swimmers. it's not like i'm choosing my husband this way. even if i wanted to. which i don't. i'll stop talking.