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I woke up this afternoon at 1, and when we left the apartment everything was dead. The leaves on the trees had all miraculously fallen off that night. I hadn't noticed fall's fatalistic ways until I walked out with my sunglasses on. It was so hot outside. Everything had turned from a brand new green to a crumbly orange red. Winter will come soon, and I'm not sure that I mind anymore.
Yesterday, my friends and I did an all-day DC-wide scavenger hunt and got 3rd place out of 40 teams. Singing the fight song in the middle of Eastern Market and performing Britney Spears in the middle of Dupont made it the most hilarious, fun experience. Plus, now we have 6 tickets to an NCAA tournment game and we get to watch it from the President's box. We get to have dinner too. Yay.
We went to go see Saw 2, but it was too gory for me to watch. So he came and picked me up and we got ice cream.
And I can predict it all, because it's comfortable and that's the way that I like it. The games were cute and unexpected, but only in the beginning.
I come home in 17 days. Still a strange, hard-to-grasp concept.
I loved being out in DC yesterday and I was yelling inside my head "I live here!" It's nice. And the friends I've made are all so comfortable. Comfort, that's what everything is turning into. Something that I can easily fall back into and not have to turn my back to make sure it's there before I fall.
Yes, that's precisely it.
Darling. The thoughts inside my head want to explode, and sometimes my face hurts too much from smiling.
Yesterday, my friends and I did an all-day DC-wide scavenger hunt and got 3rd place out of 40 teams. Singing the fight song in the middle of Eastern Market and performing Britney Spears in the middle of Dupont made it the most hilarious, fun experience. Plus, now we have 6 tickets to an NCAA tournment game and we get to watch it from the President's box. We get to have dinner too. Yay.
We went to go see Saw 2, but it was too gory for me to watch. So he came and picked me up and we got ice cream.
And I can predict it all, because it's comfortable and that's the way that I like it. The games were cute and unexpected, but only in the beginning.
I come home in 17 days. Still a strange, hard-to-grasp concept.
I loved being out in DC yesterday and I was yelling inside my head "I live here!" It's nice. And the friends I've made are all so comfortable. Comfort, that's what everything is turning into. Something that I can easily fall back into and not have to turn my back to make sure it's there before I fall.
Yes, that's precisely it.
Darling. The thoughts inside my head want to explode, and sometimes my face hurts too much from smiling.