So it's been two years...
I'm at Fartis's. Some of you may know her at Anna, Fartis, Shartis, etc.
I'm on her porch. We're laughing at old livejournal entries from years passed. And it's funny, if you think about it. As I've gone through a few of these entries, most of the comments are from her.
It's 2008. Damn. Where does time go? We're between school terms, in Tuscaloosa for the summer, and almost able to drink legally, which seems will never EVER get here. Two weeks for her, five weeks for me. So we're nursing Miller Lights, and the thrill of getting away with it is slipping through our fingers.
This time next year we both will be done with school. COLLEGE. Seems like yesterday we were both writing entries from Club 610 and FIVE THREE NINE. The times are documented, just below this, where whomever reads this can readily locate them.
Anna and I... how we've both changed, grown, and learned in this town. Lesson one, COPS NEVER CARE ABOUT WHAT YOUR PARENTS WILL SAY. That's just the start of many we've acquired.
But it's 1:04 a.m. and I have to be at work at 8, and some things just never ever change.
What we will do when we graduate? Who knows. Maybe live together, maybe live in the same city, maybe across the country. Who knows. But what I DO know, and what I "dur lurve," is that this right here... these back porch convos with beers and random comments that make memories will always be around. Hell, they've made it this long.
I read an entry tonight about Lori, just before her wedding. Seems like yesterday, but also so so so long ago. Noah turned two in April, and we've spent many nights at their house laughing about how dumb and naive we were in high school. So... with all this said, one has to wonder: Will we say the same about what I'm writing now in 3 years? We're about to be seniors... in college... the real deal. When are we ever grown ups and quit looking back on our passed insight with disdain? Will we ever be as smart in the future as we think we are now?
hello. this fartis. "something flew up under my eye ball contact"-- that's from em. HELLO NEOPHITES!! What possessed us to livejournal I have no idea... but I miss this world.
I'm scared to go back and read my past entries. I don't know if it will make me sad? or if I'll laugh? The past is a weird thing, and it keeps creeping into my current life more and more. I love memories.. hate them... every emotion anyone can think of. Also, everyone understands this. BUT, I do know that the memories have made me who I am today.
Can I just say that I LOVE COLLEGE. still. And I'm scared shitless of being a big girl. ok so now I'm thinking I don't need to grow up... I'll let you know when I'm potty trained. womp. cya.
Well, no more can really be said about who I am, who Anna is, and who we are together and apart (same goes for elite 8). This is us. We're still who we've always been, just with new adventures and experiences to continue forming us into who we'll be.
"Here's to the pants. The sisterhood. And to our lives, together and apart." --Sisterhood of the Traveling (probably spoiled) Pants.
WOMP.
WOMP WOMP.
c ya.
-Fartis & Remery.
PS-- My best friend Fartis said "oh she's just bein' remery"
I'm on her porch. We're laughing at old livejournal entries from years passed. And it's funny, if you think about it. As I've gone through a few of these entries, most of the comments are from her.
It's 2008. Damn. Where does time go? We're between school terms, in Tuscaloosa for the summer, and almost able to drink legally, which seems will never EVER get here. Two weeks for her, five weeks for me. So we're nursing Miller Lights, and the thrill of getting away with it is slipping through our fingers.
This time next year we both will be done with school. COLLEGE. Seems like yesterday we were both writing entries from Club 610 and FIVE THREE NINE. The times are documented, just below this, where whomever reads this can readily locate them.
Anna and I... how we've both changed, grown, and learned in this town. Lesson one, COPS NEVER CARE ABOUT WHAT YOUR PARENTS WILL SAY. That's just the start of many we've acquired.
But it's 1:04 a.m. and I have to be at work at 8, and some things just never ever change.
What we will do when we graduate? Who knows. Maybe live together, maybe live in the same city, maybe across the country. Who knows. But what I DO know, and what I "dur lurve," is that this right here... these back porch convos with beers and random comments that make memories will always be around. Hell, they've made it this long.
I read an entry tonight about Lori, just before her wedding. Seems like yesterday, but also so so so long ago. Noah turned two in April, and we've spent many nights at their house laughing about how dumb and naive we were in high school. So... with all this said, one has to wonder: Will we say the same about what I'm writing now in 3 years? We're about to be seniors... in college... the real deal. When are we ever grown ups and quit looking back on our passed insight with disdain? Will we ever be as smart in the future as we think we are now?
hello. this fartis. "something flew up under my eye ball contact"-- that's from em. HELLO NEOPHITES!! What possessed us to livejournal I have no idea... but I miss this world.
I'm scared to go back and read my past entries. I don't know if it will make me sad? or if I'll laugh? The past is a weird thing, and it keeps creeping into my current life more and more. I love memories.. hate them... every emotion anyone can think of. Also, everyone understands this. BUT, I do know that the memories have made me who I am today.
Can I just say that I LOVE COLLEGE. still. And I'm scared shitless of being a big girl. ok so now I'm thinking I don't need to grow up... I'll let you know when I'm potty trained. womp. cya.
Well, no more can really be said about who I am, who Anna is, and who we are together and apart (same goes for elite 8). This is us. We're still who we've always been, just with new adventures and experiences to continue forming us into who we'll be.
"Here's to the pants. The sisterhood. And to our lives, together and apart." --Sisterhood of the Traveling (probably spoiled) Pants.
WOMP.
WOMP WOMP.
c ya.
-Fartis & Remery.
PS-- My best friend Fartis said "oh she's just bein' remery"