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I just got back yesterday from ASU. I think we did ok while we were over there. We expected to do a lot better, but it was still such a great experience. It was a really great feeling to be one of the people to be picked for the trip, although I was upset about being away from Brandon for that long. His parents wouldn't let him come over the night before I left because they have been really mean lately. In the morning, he had to drop off his brother for school. He told me that he was rushing him really bad and while his brother was eating, Brandon was yelling at him like, "Hurry! Eat that shit!" After dropping off his brother for school, he rushingly snuck to Eastwood to see me right before I left. He took me his extremely sentimental pillow and blanket that his Grandmother made for him. This was only to add to the sleepy-time shirt, lacoste sweater, "you are my sunshine" teddy bear, a lollipop, and a mix of music that reminded him of me that he had given me the day before.
I know it sounds weird, but the nights that I slept the best were the nights that I spent clenching that pillow. On the last night I got homesick and called him bawling my ass off. This was the only time that I had ever felt like that on an out of town trip and Harvard is only a month away...
I know it sounds weird, but the nights that I slept the best were the nights that I spent clenching that pillow. On the last night I got homesick and called him bawling my ass off. This was the only time that I had ever felt like that on an out of town trip and Harvard is only a month away...