[ tied to a night they never met. ]
Because Emma and Britt asked, and because I’ve got so much work to do that I’m just not up for, I am updating livejournal. Really, pretend to be shocked, here. After tomorrow, I’ll have a month free from homework, which shouldn’t be such a sad thought. I’ll get to spend that month serenading Ashley and marveling at how much my kid brother has grown up and night-driving and babysitting and hopefully seeing Kara and reading a whole, whole lot of things. (Recommendations are welcome, hi.)
Things have been very extreme, lately, which is unsurprising. I started birth control and feel like the space between my hips is in a vice, and spent the night trying not to vomit. I am not at all ready to say goodbye to anyone in Asheville. Friday night was big-time bonding over Never Have I Ever, and I realized just how great my friends are when the first round was, “Never have I ever been fisted,” and I wasn’t the only one drinking. My professorlove has reached a very creepy level and soon, you just might be able to read all about it. This lit major decision is one of the best I have ever made, and I can’t see ever regretting it. It’s nice, knowing that, especially considering how much I’m regretting right about now. Basically all of my crushes are such bad news I can only name them with initials on gURL.com games, which is pretty sad. I like twins. Marshall and I drove to Bristol last night, and we listened to Indigo Girls and told important stories and met her mother for dinner, and when we left, her mom hugged me and it was really great. I miss my own mom. This song makes me think of that one really hot Brian/Justin office together-again sex scene, oh my goddddddd. I haven’t been singing nearly enough lately. I really wish that my dog and my fish were still alive. I’d forgotten how much I missed the rain until this weekend. Kenny and I had this totally fantastic, mortifying bonding moment. My desktop background is a picture of the lit department, why am I so sketch all the time?! There are these two awkward, obviously-in-love boys that we like to stalk, and we actually chased them in Robert’s car one night while listening to Delilah. I have realized that I could probably never date someone who hates Delilah or doesn’t make wishes or tries to fix me. This summer, I am totally going to make my own pillow book, and it is going to rival Sei Shonagon’s.
Jana is here and we were supposed to keep each other on task but mostly, we’ve been playing on gURL.com. Right now, she is sleeping and I am typing here and it’s about time we fixed that, I’d say. Before I go, though, some very important questions!:
What is your favorite Elton John song? What’s the most ridiculous quality you’re looking for in a lover? What was the last flavor of ice cream you had? When are you feeling most confessional? And, most importantly, what is your enneagram type? I want to know!
EDIT: OH MY GOD, ITUNES IS ON RANDOM AND SAVAGE GARDEN'S "HOLD ME" JUST CAME ON, AND I HAD FORGOTTEN HOW IT IS THE BEST SONG EVER RECORDED. DO YOU ALL REMEMBER THAT ONE? "MIGHT NEED YOU TO HOLD ME TO-NIIIIGHT! MIGHT NEED YOU TO SAY IT'S ALL RIIIIIGHT!" OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. SOMEONE, HOLD ME.
