Finally done with finals! My goodness this week has been crazy. As some of you know, Frankie got very sick last weekend, and I've been charged to watch him like a hawk for the first week or two after they fixed his blocked urethra problem (which is common in male cats in particular, and can be lethal). So this morning I'm chilling at my computer, doing what I do, and I turn around to see this:
"'Sup, bro?"
He's been doing a lot better lately.
And to continue my most excellent week, my xbox 360 finally kicked the bucket. Wasn't worth sending in to fix, either, so I just swapped some Christmas presents and got myself a new one. Let's see how the new models hold up, eh? (I am not impressed with it's 'slim' design--that is not 'slim,' Microsoft. If you need an example of what 'slim' is, I suggest you ask Sony).
Then I got stuck in a Toys R Us parking lot at quarter to 11 the night before my 8 am final. The next day the lids were being screwy at my school's diner-type place and I got smoothie all over my coat and had to walk back to my dorm sans a coat and gripping a new smoothie. Friggin. Cold. (And if you are asking, "But--why the hell would you order a smoothie in winter? BECAUSE IT IS FRIGGIN DELICIOUS THAT IS WHY. Seriously. Chocolate and Irish cream? Yes please!)
Honestly, by the end of this week I was equal parts bemused and amused. When that much crap happens in quick succession, there's really not much you can do but laugh a little and shake your head. Besides, you guys are en route, so everything's worth it in the end, right?
Here's my song. I don't know what it is about this one, either. There is a fifty-fifty chance that when I play it I will either find it annoying or find it adorable. What's up with that?
I don't even know. This is not my usual music at all.
You know what's worse than finals week? The week before finals week.
The one where all of your portfolios and databases and papers and presentations are due. The one where you figure out what your grade is so far, and you calculate just how well you need to do on your finals to maintain your grade.
The one where you hole yourself up in your room and alienate your friends and family, just to emerge from it a week later exhausted, starving, lost, and confused. You may or may not feel a little like this:
Beard included.
It is a scary time. You have a weekend of peace, just to be plunged back into studying and worry, as you realize, 'Hey, this test is cumulative! Time to catch up on a semester of stuff I've completely blocked from my memory!'
But hope is on the horizon! Break will start soon! A break with no homework or papers or anything! Just rest, relaxation, and maybe some parties with people I haven't seen in ages.
Is it just me, or did this semester go by incredibly fast? This is my last full week of classes before finals (which isn't saying much since I only have two tests--yay lit major!) and I find myself wondering...where on earth did the time go!?
Even more mind-boggling is the fact that I still have a ton of work to do. Is it sad when the best early Christmas present you can get is a one-day extension on a term paper? Seriously, when my media law teacher announced that he'd be accepting the paper on Friday instead of Thursday, he was like frickin' Santa Claus.
Where are the rest of you in your end-of-the-semester shenanigans? I know at least one of you is already in finals week. Are you super relieved to be done with it? Are you even more super excited for the fun we're going to have this break? I know a few of us already posted our breaks on Rachel's post, but post 'em here so we can see them all at once, eh? Because most of us are juniors--that means one more year before we *really* get out and about in the world. We need to spend as much time together as possible or else resign ourselves to renting a giant house somewhere and living together. Which might not be a terrible idea, as I'm fairly certain none of us can actually afford to live on our own...
Speaking of future plans, we need those break dates so we can coordinate that Plans for the Future business meeting. Fun times ahead!
Warning: the following song has a tendency to creep into people's heads, and you might find yourself muttering the chorus under your breath at inappropriate times--during a test, say, or in the library. Also, Tiny Toons!
It's the first day of December. Where did my semester go? Why do I have to write so many papers and why are all of them due next week? I have 5, count'em 5 papers due next week. Final drafts, not rough drafts or anything like that. I am so shit at time management.
On a brighter note, I got an internship. Unpaid of course, but it's experience. I'm interning with Harvey Klinger, a publishing company. Basically I get to read the first 5 pages of people's manuscripts and I decide whether or not they will be considered. I am the first line of rejection at this company. The fantastic thing is that I don't have to go anywhere for this. I just read stuff on the computer and organize each one into folders. And it takes place during Spring semester, so I won't have to be away over the summer. I'm pretty excited, but terrified because this is in addition to my academic work and Carnival is second semester.
I shall be home shortly. My roommate is driving me back to the Midwest on the 20th of December. I am not sure if she is driving me the whole way or if I have to get someone to pick me up from Munster, IN. I'll figure it out.
But I AM COMING BACK AND I EXPECT TO SEE ALL OF YOUR FACES ALL THE TIME!
When are your Winter Breaks? Tell me, tell me! I require this knowledge.
Also, here is the song that you all have already heard most likely.
Good news everyone! (And for those of you who read that in the Professor's voice from Futurama, just know that this is actual good news and not the kind of good news that results in you being assigned to deliver a parcel of questionable importance to a planet of definite danger.)
Today I finally got my paperwork mailed! That's right. All the scary, important documents are now in the capable(?) hands of the Illinois Department of Financial and Professional Regulation. I'm on my way to being a legit adult. With a career. How fucking weird is that?
When it actually arrives, I plan on drinking champagne. I hope anyone who is home at the time will come and join me!
Other, less life changing news:
1.) Very soon, I'll be painting my room an obnoxious yellow-orange color because dark blue is depressing in the winter.
2.) My mom got a diffuser and a set of essential oils and hnnngh guys you have to come over and smell my house. They're so uplifting and the health benefits are phenomenal. Eucalyptus and myrrh cleared my mom's sinuses up in a snap.
So my day has pretty much gone like this: homework, homework, class, class, homework, homework, class, more homework with me frequently looking over at my newly obtained Doctor Who David Tennant Specials box set, leaning over it rather creepily, and muttering "SOON." Good thing my roommate and I have our own rooms, eh?
But seriously, it seems rather unfair that there has to be SO MUCH TO DO before finals. Does anyone else have a ridiculous amount of things that have be turned in like, a scant few days before finals even begin? Craziness. And my finals won't even be that bad! It's all this other crap due next week that kind of suck. Maybe it wouldn't suck so bad if I didn't have that box set, or an increasingly long list of things I want to read that are not even remotely school-related...
Ah well. It'll all be over soon and then the joys of winter break and all the Dread/RPG type games, theme parties, and informal gatherings will be upon us and all will be right again. And we have that business/meeting of the minds thing to look forward to!
Here's a music video Mouse showed me over the weekend, based on a song I showed her a few months ago. Still makin' me giggle.
In the meantime, I am kept busy by doing the crap ton of homework I have left before break! But because I took awesome classes this year, this means that my projects consist of comparing the Ministry of Magic's actions in Order and Half-Blood to those undertaken by fascists governments; and sketching out scenes for my group project for Victorian Art and Culture where we are making a steampunk graphic novel on child labor in the 1800s.
I just started sketching the scene where the child laborer falls into the giant machine and, in essence, into the rabbit hole to talk to other child laborers. He'll wake up after the Reform Laws are passed ;)
My desk looks pretty crazy right now, covered in pop cans and article -- this is a good time to mention that mom and dad have officially turned "Aaron's old room" into an office, and mom is ever busy turning it into "the antique travel room". Yup, maps, old photos of trains, old travel brochures, old suitcases -- she's just SO CREATIVE! She even bought an old record player and we've been traipsing around to scratchy renditions of the My Fair Lady "soundtrack" -- I can't wait to see the room when it's done!
So this is crunch time folks, right before two weeks preparing for finals! Yikes!
So tell me, what is driving everyone else nuts about finals? And for those with out finals, what is the driving concern for you for the next two weeks?
In the meantime, please enjoy this stellar video. Yes, yes it's dubstep, but the reason I put it up is because I enjoy this song AND because you MUST watch the video!!! Also, for those of you who don't like dubstep, you might feel like this man when you watch it so you can at least sympathize
So last night I had a really weird dream. I feel like in a different context it could have easily crossed into nightmare territory. It did not for two very important reasons.
1. I was with you guys. Like. All of you. A huge crowd. A herd. A murder. A school. Of you guys. And shit just isn't scary when we're together. ZOMBIE INVASION? NBD NBD.
2. Kinect for seXbox.
So here's how it went down: All of us were together in some combination of Amy's house/Rachel's basement in front of a big ass tv. We had just picked up a new game-- and this shit was supposed to be intensely scary. Here's why I should have known it was a dream: the platform was Xbox but it involved the Kinect. lolwut. So this is like a survival horror game that involves you flailing around in terror (not unlike a few of us while playing with a controller...) Next thing I know, the dream shifts so that we're like IN THE GAME instead of just flailing Kinect style.
I can't really remember much about the game itself other than it being a combination of... pretty much every horror movie/game out there. The freakiest part was that I messed something up and ended up having to do this minigame where I was told to pick up two red balls as they rolled past (deeeefinitely getting an American Horror Story vibe from this one?) and because it was the FUCKING KINECT I couldn't get it to be responsive enough to grab the balls in time. This ended up with me losing the game and getting dragged toward a pool by this horrifying humanesque monster that looked like it's skin had all melted off. It was bright red and sinewy and it wanted to eat my goddamn soul.
Then you guys were like LOL U DIED LETS MAKE CUPCAKES and we did. This cool story brought to you by the Stool Quarry Bros.
Fridays are bao days. It's official. My friend and I are preparing for something amazing. The details are kind of a secret, as we plan to make this into a completely viable venture next year and start looking for investors, but in the mean time, we are perfecting our bao recipe. We are starting with a basic, traditional pork bao, and becoming more and more creative as we master the process.
Try one was good. It was good, but not great. The dough was a little hard and the filling was a little too sweet.
Try two is where things got crazy. Alterations happened. Notes were taken. The bao dough was soft and heavenly, and the filling was delicious. So tasty.
Did I mention that any extra dough was used to produce Nutella bao? Best idea.
Are you guys experimenting on anything in particular? You should tell me of your great sciences.
Also who maybe wants to go to Milwaukee for New Years and do crazy shit in my apartment? I need to return north to pay some rent and check up on things, and thought it would be a neat idea. Give me opinions!
What I Should Be Doing With My Life Right Now:
- Reading an excerpt from a horror story for French
- Studying for Anthropology
- Writing my creative writing assignment/presentation for my Terrifying History Professor who will rip it into pieces in a sugary sweet and deathly calm tone of voice
- Reading about the Montgomery bus boycott
What I'm Doing Instead:
- Eating apple cinnamon oatmeal
- Freaking out a tiny bit about my Terrifying History Professor
- Watching Supernatural
- MISSING YOU GUYS and wishing we were all in a room with mugs of hot chocolate or possibly some good Chinese food.
Also, I should be learning that dance, Sarah. My subtle hip thrusts are not up to par. In music-related news, this song has wandering around my brain for a while. Florence + the Machine, new album, <3 etc.
And, to everybody who will be back in and/or around i-town next week after Monday... I may or may not wander into your home, lie on your couch, and mutter about my Terrifying History Professor and how horribly my presentation went down. So is a thing that might happen.
Oh, Rachel when you get back I want to hear ALL of the details about your skydiving adventure! Forgot to mention that earlier.
I hope you're all doing well and that your Wednesday was a beautiful one. Was it? Also, if you're wearing nail polish, what color is it? If you are not, quick, grab the nearest book, open it at random, find the first sentence of the second paragraph or (if the whole page is a paragraph) the eighth sentence on the page. Tell me this gem of wisdom. If you do not have a nearest book, then what is wrong with you, and go get one.
This is going to be one of those REAL brief posts, written five minutes before my "literature course."
Here are some of my favorite quotes from my professor:
"Highway Stripper is a very American poem" (this from the professor who says he doesn't have any stereotypes towards America, but says we're all orientalist).
"Down Syndrome, that's a disease you know..." (REALLY. I HAD NO IDEA.)
"Here the author is using foreshadowing, that's when the author writes something alluding to the future." (I am officially back in kindergarten).
"You aren't very academically minded are you?" (Not in this group therapy session, no. In a CLASS though, that might be a different story).
"Last year's class was great because they always disagreed with me, especially David...(two minutes later)...no, I think you're wrong."
GAAAAAAH. Someone get me out of this "class"
I'm just going to listen to this song instead of going to class. That's what got me through 40 pages of my research paper.
So as some of you know, I've been participating in NaNoWriMo this month (National Novel Writing Month in case some of you didn't know), using it as a means to keep me on track and motivated for my creative writing novel project. I started off November with a 10,000 word lead (which I promptly lost by being inactive for six days) and this past weekend was looking bleak. I was well over 3,000 words behind, I had a lot of stress from other classes...It all just seemed rather impossible. I was convinced I was never going to catch back up. All I wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch Grimm Friday night and Once Upon a Time on Sunday. Every time there came an opportunity to leave the house, I did it. I brought a notebook along with me, but it was just a way to lie to myself by convincing myself that I could write while I was out. Yeah, right. I don't write in notebooks. Never really have. Not my thing. So my big journal was just an accusatory weight in my bag, causing the strap to dig into my shoulder and remind me that I was just procrastinating.
And then, I don't know. I guess I rallied. I sat myself down at my computer--my lovely, lovely computer with it's lovely, lovely internet connection--and I forced myself to open my word document. The word count was discouraging, Facebook and my other favorite websites were calling... But I opened the Nano site. Did some math. Figured I could catch back up if I spaced out about a thousand or so words over four hours. It was a good plan.
I did not follow that plan.
I sat there and I grit my teeth and I wrote, and wrote, and wrote. Passed my scheduled quota. Kept going. Wrote until I couldn't write anymore, and stopped for the night, picking back up on Sunday. And you know what? I did it. I couldn't believe it, but I actually freaking did it. I caught way the hell back up, and yesterday I did my part again. I will do my part again tonight. And, hopefully, I will continue to do so. This might just be the year I win Nano. This might be the year I write my first ever shitty novel.
And I have never been so happy. There are months I'll have to dedicate to edit this thing afterwards, aside from the first draft edits I have to turn in as my final project, but that's alright. Chances are no one else will even see this story. And that's okay, too, because I wrote it for me.
You know you've found something good when, even during those moments when it feels an awful lot like work, you can't stop smiling at the end of your "shift."
And I hope the feeling lasts.
Unrelated, for the most part, here is my song:
My last song was by them, too. I am pretty much in love with this entire album. It's been so long since I've found one where I like EVERY. SINGLE. SONG. I'll try not to bombard this blog with all the songs from this album all at once, though. Variety and all that.
That said, I MISS YOU GUYS. Winter break cannot come fast enough.
I did not get any homework done this weekend. That is because this has been one of the roughest weekend I have had in quite some time, which is a blessing. But when it is time to pay my dues, I pay my dues.
On Saturday, I got up at 6AM to get in a car and drive to Rittman, OH (2.5 hours away by car) to go skydiving, finally. After over a year of trying to go skydiving, I finally went. It was amazing and I would do it again in a heartbeat. That was the highlight of my weekend. Things went downhill quickly from there.
That evening, I attended a free concert on campus (Tokyo Police Club) and there, I completely snapped and bitched the hell out of Ivy.
For the past few months, Ivy has been unbearable. She's been hypocritical, passive-aggressive, violent, and just plain mean and psychotic. I should note that she has had a difficult childhood, but that is no excuse for her actions. One specific incident is last week or so, she was taunting Fielding about getting into her iPhone. Fielding noted that as she entered her passcode, the screen was reflected in her glasses. So he got into her phone, went on her facebook, and changed her status to "I have reflective glasses." Katy commented on the status "Lol." When Ivy found out she proceeded to punch Katy in the arm and tried to rip out a handful of Fielding's hair. This is one of many unacceptable things she has done.
So when after an incident at the concert, she started beating Fielding with an empty bottle of Dr. Pepper, I snapped and completely bitched her out in public. Which the in public thing wasn't cool, and I did apologize for that later. But honest to God, she bitches at us for being immature and socially incompetent and then doesn't acknowledge her actions. It drives us crazy.
So I bitched her out and she left. The rest of us stayed and enjoyed ourselves. Only to find when we left the concert that Ivy was waiting, moping for us on the steps outside. But she refused to talk to us. It's like she wanted us to see her there being miserable. (Ryan told us that he had seen her and invited her to make nachos, but she choose to mope). Later, I am told, when she returned to her dorm, she tried to play the victim. Like I attacked her for no reason.
After the concert, Rachel and I attended a party, which was interesting, but nothing special.
I returned to my apartment to find my roommate curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing. This is not the first time this has happened. I am hoping it will be the last, the road to recovery is not easy. My roommate's mother died when she was 8, leaving her with an emotionally abusive and controlling father. She and her sister were then raised by her grandparents, who are also crazy. Needless to say, she is emotionally damaged. She has been getting help, but in the past few weeks since her panic attacks, things have gotten so much worse.
And I am doing the best I can.
But I got her to bed and then the next day dawned and I had to go talk with Ivy.
Basically what happened there is I did my best to tell her what the issues were without being a dick. But I really don't think she sees the problem. Her behavior has not changed at all. If she keeps this up, she won't have any friends.
This leads to me helping my roommate come to terms with going home for Thanksgiving or not. Ultimately, she decided that is was not a good idea. Her family makes her worse and that is not what she needs right now. She is coming with me to DC. BUT she had to tell her family.
That did not end well.
Basically, I took the phone away from her to talk to her Aunt while Charlie comforted her since she had become a sobbing mess on the floor again.
I convinced her Aunt that she did not need to come up and take my roommate to a hospital. That would make things so much worse and my roommate has already tried to go to a hospital (they won't admit you unless you are hurting yourself or others physically). I told her that I had this issue handled. I will keep an eye on her. I've got this.
I came back to my roommate to distract her by talking about Kevin Bacon for 20 minutes. This calmed her down, but then she had to call her sister, who was incredibly understanding. But I think this conversation killed my roommate.
And the process of calming down was repeated again until 2AM. We colored and ate Oreos. I think she is doing better now and I am glad.
But this is far from over. It always is.
I'm just living day to day and hoping I am doing enough. Because some days it does not feel like I am.
I am sorry for the wall of text. I just needed to vent.
Last night was a strange night. A night full of questions. A night full of crisis. I am talking full-blown crisis here. Like waking up in the middle of the night and thinking and slowly becoming more and more terrified of whatever it is that you are thinking of.
And last night, I could not stop thinking about the future. It started out with simple, inevitable happenings in the near future: friends graduating this year and leaving my life forever. How sad! I already miss everyone that graduated last year! As my thoughts wandered further and further into the future, they expanded into the fear-bringing monster that is a crisis.
Selfishly, at first, I wondered, "What about me? Where will I go? What will I do for a living? Why am I so super useless? Why did I even go to a four-year college?"
Swiftly, my thoughts spiraled out of control. "What about my friends? They are going places too. Far away. Forever. Will we still hang out?"
And so on until I was in enough tears to make anyone else in the room extremely uncomfortable.
The unknown future is absolutely terrifying. It is terrifying knowing that you have a nearly useless degree that you spent thousands of dollars on. It is more terrifying knowing that people with better GPAs, internships, qualifications, and personalities than you are struggling to find a good-paying job. It is the most terrifying knowing that you don't want to stay at home, in the Midwest. And neither do your friends.
There really isn't any comfort in the truth, but there certainly is even less comfort in the unknown. So let me know your future plans! Where are you going? For how long? Why? What will you do?
As for me, Oregon is looking more and more promising. It is green and rainy and cool, with all the seasons. It is coastal and mountainous and I am excited to do something there. Anything. Probably work as a secretary. And that is about all I know.
I don't actually have a ton to say, but this song has been playing on a loop in my head the past few days and I wanted to share it with all of you:
Don't know why, but I can't stop listening to itttt.
Uh, and I guess here's a picture of an annoyed Frankie (he's getting so big!)
Look at that eye roll! Such disdain!
Now I guess I'll go do all the things I've been putting off this morning:
1. Write an irate letter to Meijer for being jerks
2. Laundry
3. Homework
4. Make up the 3,000+ words I skimped on for Nano
Hope you all are having a more fantastic weekend than I'm having, though my 11/11/11 was lovely~
I'm in the creative writing lounge and I am getting judged by this dude. But he can suck it! Also it is snowing, and I am wearing a dress. That is all.
This is a brilliant idea, a brilliant idea. Just the other day I was staring out my window, watching the bright yellow and fiery orange leaves drift across a gray sky, and listening to the rain. (And to a ridiculous British rapper, but you know. That happens sometimes... British rappers... and such.) It's like there's a little chasm in my mind/heart where you guys are and I was thinking that this is the time of year when sounds like the rain or British rap echo through it.
It's the time of year when it feels like ages since I've seen any of you, because even if we're in the same state or oceans away there's a never-ending pile of projects and presentations and essays and it's like an impassable, unscaleable mountain range.
It's the time of year I feel like I should take up yodeling, because maybe that would be a good way to get around those mountains.
So I guess this is like... yodeling?
But a lot more tolerable and wonderful.
I don't even. I got four hours of sleep last night (er this morning) and then the train was late so I was late for an exam. And now I'm supposed to be in lecture being attentive and/or clever, but that can wait. I actually meant to write last night when I was supposed to be finishing a museum blog post, but when I read through the entries I got all teary-eyed and joyful and short of breath... and had to set Writing to You Guys aside.
I just have a lot of feelings. And a lot of sleep deprivation.
And I don't know how to post videos with this blogger contraption so here we go. It'll probably be just a lot of links, but I'll figure it out later. Now I have to go listen to my classmates talk about labor history.
People keep asking me what I'm looking forward to most about being home. You know what I'm NOT looking forward to about being home?
1) Not being in India
2)The cold...especially since it's like 80 and sunny today.
3) Readjusting to the food
4) How incredibly expensive e'erythang is going to be
5) Inability to travel everywhere for dirt
6) and getting over jet lag
But you know what? As hard as that's going to be, I really don't think I'm going to notice/care all that much. You know why?
BECAUSE I GET TO BE WITH YOU GUYS.
I get to dress up in ridiculous outfits for theme'd get-togethers, bake absurd concoctions, laugh hysterically, and hug every single one of you as much as I darn well please (you have no say in that), and not even care how ridiculously I'm behaving. Did I get the message across about how much I miss you guys? I'm willing to wear a winter coat again...just because I get to see all of you again.
...and because I'm running out of money. Don't let that besmirch my love for you in anyway.
P.S. I'm bringing back a butt ton of henna, so be prepared to go nuts. If we have to turn that into a party, well, I suppose it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. We will also have to dance like this:
After all, no one said being back in the States would be easy...
Hey guys!
I miss you all terribly! What's going on with me for the most part is I am fairly certain the month of November is out to get me, a nefarious plot that I cannot escape until December 16th. I have an insane amount of work to do for classes, the most insane of which is my not-well-thought-out dedication to a project in my creative writing class that basically compels me to finish writing a novel before December. Thankfully November is also NaNoWriMo and I'm using that to keep myself on track (over 14k words so far! only 35, 536 to go!) and it is pretty intense. I'm pretty psyched for winter break and all the gatherings I hope we have (Hogwarts party, and YES TRISH I WANT TO DO A GATSBY PARTY).
As for music...
The video doesn't really matter, as it is fan made. The song was used in a recent episode of American Horror Story. I won't ruin it for anyone who hasn't seen it and wants to, but the scene this song is associated with is SO. SAD. This song suits the weather where I'm at, too, so~
Other shows I am currently obsessed with (aside from HIMYM): Grimm and Once Upon a Time.
Well, well, ladies and gents. Today I took a walk down to Ye Olde Petco to pick up a prong collar for my pooch. (It works amazing, guys. I'm never going back to a chain collar...)
I imagine that I looked rather insane, as I was strutting through the streets of wooddale/itasca in the rain, but my word was it lovely outside. It was that kind of chilly where you can only see your breath sometimes, and the rain made everything feel quieter even though I was walking down Irving...
ANYWAY. I should stop boring all of you and also ask who would be interested in a Gatsby-themed party during this upcoming break? OH and Amy! Are we still going to assemble a roleplayin game? I can't remember what it's called...
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE NOT MET HER YET:
MY DOG SAYS HI.
Oh and a song:
Bill got me into a huge Meat Loaf kick lately. Gotta love them epic swells.
First off, I am not entirely sure how to properly post and such on this, but I will do my best. I think had an email for MLS explaining this to me when we were still doing Incurable Vagabonds. What's new with me is that I am on homework fire. Literally all of my final papers/projects, except one, have been officially assigned. And in that one class we have two projects going on simultaneously. Which fulfills the motto here of "If you aren't being killed under your workload, you aren't doing enough." So to cope, I made a "Wall of Panic" which is just a giant To-Do List. Things are going well, and I am pretty stoked about this blog. I'd say more about it, but I should actually be working. Surprise, surprise.
But here is the song that has been on loop in the background for like the past 3 days for me.
So while I want this to remain informal and fun, I think it'd be nice to try to adhere to some standards.
Well, maybe not STANDARDS.
Just...
1.) Try to post as often as possible. Once a week maybe? Is that too much to ask for?
I had a crisis and realized: we don't stay in contact enough. I bet you guys have all these sweet stories to tell, and when we get together they are lost because there is no time for all of them. Tell them after they happen! For the remainder of college and beyond!
2.) You don't have to make a huge, well-written post. I mean, look at this. Just try to include a song in each one. It doesn't matter if we have heard it or not, though it would be better if the song has been stuck in your head for the better part of a day. A story to accompany it would be nice, but not necessary. Maybe a movie recommendation. Or a TV show you have watched. Or a book you have read. Whatever man.
3.) I guess that is it. Stay chill. Have fun. Love one another. And be excellent!
Here is my song for you today. It has been on loop for a few hours, and I played some computer games to this shit. Good times. Won every match of League of Legends.
