8 years, or something like that
I graduate Sunday. These are some of the folks I'll miss. It's been a rather long ride, my friends, and I'm looking back at the years with the same kind of nostalgia that grips old people when they tell stories about war. Granted, this is after 2 days of getting wined and dined and having fabulous friends who DD-ed to make up for you doing it a lot this year. And yes, I believe I'm status post 2.5 (very strong) Long Islands and 2 glasses of wine in most of these pictures.
Granted, listening to Jay Chou in the car these days totally rubs in the emo/angsty/I'm gonna miss my friends in the Vitamin C song style/ type of stuff I'm feeling, but I'm cramming 3 life-altering sessions into 7 days. I'm allowed.
I graduate Sunday. I get married Saturday. I move midway across the country Sunday. All in a week's work.
No one ever said I wasn't crazy.
Granted, listening to Jay Chou in the car these days totally rubs in the emo/angsty/I'm gonna miss my friends in the Vitamin C song style/ type of stuff I'm feeling, but I'm cramming 3 life-altering sessions into 7 days. I'm allowed.
I graduate Sunday. I get married Saturday. I move midway across the country Sunday. All in a week's work.
No one ever said I wasn't crazy.