So Thursday was in many ways one of the most surreal days of my life - I pretty much lost it, I was crying from the time I woke up to the time I was halfway through Spanish class. I couldnt really describe why, but it was really just everything and anything, from missing my friends to my psych IA..... pretty much the only things I -wasn't- crying about were Ian and people from LEP, they're the only stable things I have going..... then once i gathered myself, i went home and ran about 7 miles round trip, then threw up (don't run 7 miles) and then went to a Taking Back Sunday concert and hugged Adam Lazarra. So polar opposites- totally depressed to totally totally elated. So bizarre. and now I'm really really sore from the run. but thats unrelated.
and as it should be, my one hundreth post is marked with a 15.
1. Do I seriously need to schedule time with you?
2. You're sneaky, if I didn't already know I wouldn't know..... If that makes sense.
3. You're way nicer than usual - is there something you want?
4. It's getting to be like old times just in time for things to end. Ew.
5. Lawnchairs and Down Vests. Freaking Down vests. That sounds like a FOB album.
6. I'm just as scared as you are.
7. Let's do it.
8. I'm really glad you feel the same way.
9. I'm there.
10. You're hot. Oh man.
11. I miss you, and
12. I hope this helps.
13. Just wait a bit.
14. I need it to be July 22.
15. I still need it to be July 22.
15 years ago
