I'm sorry to bore you, but it's true. I heart college.
Saw The Foreigner at BU with Brian last evening. His friend was the "central character" and q. hilarious. And I saw Alex Dutton, whom I probably haven't spoken to since the days of elementary school. But I don't know if he saw me and I didn't say hi. 'cause I'm a bitch!
Afterward Brian was like, I'm going to go have a drink with my friends. And I'm like, um, I'm going to go chill with my friends. PEACE.
And after like a gajillion hours on the T, I made it to senior haus. For good times. With good kids.
Also, officially: I have neat feet. And hairless armpits. And I'm very mellow.
Sergio says so. Hence truth.
This morning. This afternoon, rather, Jim, who is a day older than I am, and I made fun of people all across campus. Mostly the little kids who invaded MIT.
"Hey, pink-haired lady!"
"*friendly smile masking kid!hatred*"
"Where's the memorial building?"
K8 Cheney:
I have lost your cell phone number, and I now have Cingular so I'm pretty sure we could talk for free. I have a new number too. Plz email me yours and I'll txt you. ^______^
I also wanted to ask you -- when you apply EA to MIT, can you find out online whether or not you're in? I hate relying on the post office, and a lot of schools I applied to were like, "check back here to find out if you got in lol!" So . . . yeah. Unless you didn't apply online in which case I should ax someone else.
Mid-December cannot get here fast enough. I need 2 no!!!!1
I know a dude named Sergio. He knows how to hit goats with sledge hammers.
"Good times" pretty much summarizes college life.