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sunday night, the way it should be spent:
study and tea and some reading and some catch up. coffee with my castilleja freshman, who really is now a berkeley freshman in all senses. a little light reading. downstairs "to study." snacking, singing along to Journey (me: "damn i love this sap!" e: "it's not really sappy... it's more heartfelt"), a little Family Guy, more boys arrive in time for Grey's Anatomy. refraining from gasping at the ending kiss. Roomies sit around in the living room "let's make pancakes!" oh wait the building has eaten all the eggs. PB&J. Giggle giggle. S and I are in a serious conversation about pulley systems and baskets between houses when A suddenly interrupts with a look of intensity - "Can we get holiday ziplocks?!"
oh our home. so silly.
study and tea and some reading and some catch up. coffee with my castilleja freshman, who really is now a berkeley freshman in all senses. a little light reading. downstairs "to study." snacking, singing along to Journey (me: "damn i love this sap!" e: "it's not really sappy... it's more heartfelt"), a little Family Guy, more boys arrive in time for Grey's Anatomy. refraining from gasping at the ending kiss. Roomies sit around in the living room "let's make pancakes!" oh wait the building has eaten all the eggs. PB&J. Giggle giggle. S and I are in a serious conversation about pulley systems and baskets between houses when A suddenly interrupts with a look of intensity - "Can we get holiday ziplocks?!"
oh our home. so silly.