My Ode To Brown
It's so great to wake up at three in the afternoon and get to your 4:15 class twenty minutes early. It's also great to check your mail and get letters from your friends telling you they miss you and want to know when you're getting back so they can hang out with you. It's also great for two extremely hot boys to sit next to you in both of your classes and when you have to "turn to your neighbor and discuss blah blah blah," one of those really cute boys always turns to talk to you. It's also great to walk back to the dorms, and weather isn't unbearably hot, and to pick up a slice of Antonio's and to have the guys behind the counter flirt with you. It's also great when you sit in your friends' dorm rooms and talk shit about nothing and then go back to your dorm room, take a little nap, do some work, and hang out with them in the hallway for hours throwing things at people and seeing if they notice. It's also great to know that I'm not home and I don't have any of that drama anywhere around me because, when you're here, it all seems so stupid sometimes.
I think I'm in love with this place.
I think I'm in love with this place.