1/29/06

So I haven’t written in here in forever…I guess it’s because it feels so different. And becaue I’ve had almost no free time to actually sit down and put thought into anything other than homework…

I’m trying to work out an internship this summer but my contact won’t call me back only adding to my frustration. If that doesn’t work out, I’m considering going to London and doing my internship there-finances pending. I should graduate this December if everything goes according to plan. If the whole London internship thing doesn’t work out this summer, I’m definitely going to try to go next spring. So I have a lot to think about, including what the hell to do after graduation. (This is why I really want to go to London next srping, so I can delay post-graduation plans for another semester…)

Well, this is short and sweet. I have too much homework to sit here and type mindless wonderings all night. I just wanted to enter something before I forgot all about OD.

pretend

February 5, 2006

i’m sick of trying to think about graduation and the future. what ever happened to college students being able to be college students. it seems to me that if you don’t have all of your fun your freshman and first half of sophomore year, you just can’t have fun anymore. *hugs* but just think we’ll either a.) be able to have fun in vegas this summer, and/or b.) have fun in columbia this summer. xo

okay, so, i just read your notes and you are definitely correct. we are so much better thanks to the past six years. we have learned to make vodka watermelons, you’ve been sexually harrassed by a snake, we have purchased and spilled a mystery pitcher drink at a gay bar, smoked cigars with the entire line of groomsmen at a wedding, made our own tshirts for a cardinals game,

(cont) held council with dramatic drag queens, puked together (perhaps we could not repeat that exact moment), hung out in a shower together (and kinda showered together at the same moment thanks to you), buried each other in sand, injested enough cheap alcohol ot kill a horse, taken “walks” in the woodland back forty and lived to tell the stories. i dont want to lose these past six years ever.

aww. best friends