holler.
school's been treating me well. except for my damn ancient world class. it sucks pen15. i had my first thai food experience last night. and they taught me how to use chopsticks so now i'm obsessed. now i'm a fucking whiz. i just wrote the worst paper in my life. because i don't understand emily dickenson. my writing professor reminds me of miranda from sex and the city. true story.
i'm going back to pennsville oct. 8th-11th.
i expect a small party. that consists of rebel. and you. i'm going through diner relapse.
today i showed anthony the cowboy and indians game with cards. and it made me think of that night at debbie's house. when sarah ran. and then we layed by the river. and were attacked by bugs. good times.
this entry is all over the place.
the point of it being that i feel like a shit because i forgot it was heather's birthday. but i'm sure heather knows that i love her. and that i hope she enjoys finally being 19. so this is when i dedicate precious lj space for our inside jokes.
FOR HEATHER!
cast boot...fiddler...dmfc...dancing on the dyke...MYRTLE BEACH TRIP!...senior trip!...chicago...pee video...my thumb bleeding without an end...WANNA GO ON THE WATER RIDES?!?!...stink bombs...SHAMPOO hahaha...dan lamonts class...and all the rest.
I HEART YOU.