I am taken by the thought of it
At this point, I really do not care much to post in this thing. I use it to read what other people write and then look at random groups I have joined in the past. Tonight (this morning?) feels different.
A mediocre, turned shit day has suddenly become fantastic. And I am sitting here in my underwear, replaying it in my head and laughing.
I love Oxford. I love the people there. I returned to quiet conversation with Kyle and Sarah, then a skipping-greeting with Will. I spoke briefly to people i had barely known, and then found the Hennessee's drumming on the swing. More skipping, swings hugs later and I find myself browsing the iTunes of Sarah. Simply fantastic music taste. We discover we went to the same concert maybe 3 and a half years ago and touched the lead singer of The Hives at the same moment. We also discovered we both had a love for the song Hella Nervous. We split a beer, sang, and then returned to a suddenly much larger group of people. We left for the woods to start a fire and by the time the fire had started, most people had left. We had marshmellows, told stories, and quietly enjoyed each other's existence.
When 2:30 rolled around, I realized I should leave. We stomped the fire out and headed for to the dorms. We put people to bed, and then Ian walked me to my car. We sang Paul Simon together and decided we wanted to listen to him a little before I left. We went to fill up my tank, and then drove around for 45 minutes. We found one of the largest expanses of field I have ever been to and skipped through the oddly tough grasses beneath our feet. We pointed out constellations, spun, and then ran back to my car which was illegally and creepily parked in front of someone's house. We proceeded to steal a "Beef USA MEMBER" sign from a farm and then sped home.
I dropped Ian off, made plans to switch out the sign every now and then, and I hit the road.
I have such high expectations for this weekend. So far, everything has been fulfilled.
I cannot wait for tomorrow (later today?). I love surprises and this is exactly what I have been hoping/waiting for.
Sunday is also promising.
I am done stressing and worrying and freaking out in general.
I am happy.
A mediocre, turned shit day has suddenly become fantastic. And I am sitting here in my underwear, replaying it in my head and laughing.
I love Oxford. I love the people there. I returned to quiet conversation with Kyle and Sarah, then a skipping-greeting with Will. I spoke briefly to people i had barely known, and then found the Hennessee's drumming on the swing. More skipping, swings hugs later and I find myself browsing the iTunes of Sarah. Simply fantastic music taste. We discover we went to the same concert maybe 3 and a half years ago and touched the lead singer of The Hives at the same moment. We also discovered we both had a love for the song Hella Nervous. We split a beer, sang, and then returned to a suddenly much larger group of people. We left for the woods to start a fire and by the time the fire had started, most people had left. We had marshmellows, told stories, and quietly enjoyed each other's existence.
When 2:30 rolled around, I realized I should leave. We stomped the fire out and headed for to the dorms. We put people to bed, and then Ian walked me to my car. We sang Paul Simon together and decided we wanted to listen to him a little before I left. We went to fill up my tank, and then drove around for 45 minutes. We found one of the largest expanses of field I have ever been to and skipped through the oddly tough grasses beneath our feet. We pointed out constellations, spun, and then ran back to my car which was illegally and creepily parked in front of someone's house. We proceeded to steal a "Beef USA MEMBER" sign from a farm and then sped home.
I dropped Ian off, made plans to switch out the sign every now and then, and I hit the road.
I have such high expectations for this weekend. So far, everything has been fulfilled.
I cannot wait for tomorrow (later today?). I love surprises and this is exactly what I have been hoping/waiting for.
Sunday is also promising.
I am done stressing and worrying and freaking out in general.
I am happy.