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bitchy_merlinThis weekend, I:
- Graduated from high school - officially. Euge, scholarship money habeo! It will pay for.... groceries. But we got to get dressed up all nice and spiffy, and I felt like there should have been a photo shoot because damn people looked fine.
- CASTIEL IS NOT GOING TO DIE A VIRGIN! (OH, DEAN! WHERE ARE YOU?)
- Danced a lot. It was fun and a surprisingly good workout. The hip hop classes are indeed proving useful.
- Chilled with the awesome, awesome friends I have from TO, whom I haven't seen in a month. SO MUCH <3. We danced and sang and played lots of Truth or Dare (yes, we are all eighth graders at heart). There were epic chill seshes and oodles of inappropriate touching (and the too far, too far! dance).
- Went to SC's party and imbibed more alcohol that night than in the other eighteen years of my life combined. AKA enough so that I was slightly more than tipsy and walking in a straight line was more of a challenge than it probably should have been. Whoops.
- Made amazingly lecherous innuendos at everyone (I have been so repressed in Kingston, WTF.) PERVERTED SEXUAL ADVANCES FOR THE WIN.
- Ate Thanksgiving dinner and did the dishes for what felt like eighty billion people.
- Lost my voice. I sound like a boy going through puberty now, with the voice cracks and everything. Yeah.
- HAD A GIRL TALK SESH LIKE OMG (complete with gratuitous pillow cuddling and everything)
- Most definitely did not start the Linguistics assignment I have due on Wednesday that's worth 30% of my mark. FUCK.
- Woke up with a friend kind of straddling my hip in his sleep. Me: "BZUH!?" (For the record: C and I slept with three guys at the same time, in the most literal sense of the term. It was a big futon.)
- Said goodbye to the same amazing peeps I just spent almost two straight days with and whom I won't see again until Christmas. I think going back to uni will be worse this time around because now I know what it's going to be like - what I'm going back to, and what I'm going to be missing when I do. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. There is a friend-shaped hole in my heart already where they should be. *angst*
Dear friends from TO/HCI, though you probably won't read this:
I love you all and I'm still here but I miss you already. You guys are impossibly GQ motherfuckers, and our chill seshes are like no others. You are all hilarious and sarcastic, and really nice people underneath it all, and I love every one of you to itty bitty bits. I hope you have fun when you return to your various universities/high schools, but I also hope you don't forget weekends like this one because good times like these are what makes life worth living. (You guys make my life worth living.)
Love, love, LOVE, hugs and kisses all,
Sarah.
- Graduated from high school - officially. Euge, scholarship money habeo! It will pay for.... groceries. But we got to get dressed up all nice and spiffy, and I felt like there should have been a photo shoot because damn people looked fine.
- CASTIEL IS NOT GOING TO DIE A VIRGIN! (OH, DEAN! WHERE ARE YOU?)
- Danced a lot. It was fun and a surprisingly good workout. The hip hop classes are indeed proving useful.
- Chilled with the awesome, awesome friends I have from TO, whom I haven't seen in a month. SO MUCH <3. We danced and sang and played lots of Truth or Dare (yes, we are all eighth graders at heart). There were epic chill seshes and oodles of inappropriate touching (and the too far, too far! dance).
- Went to SC's party and imbibed more alcohol that night than in the other eighteen years of my life combined. AKA enough so that I was slightly more than tipsy and walking in a straight line was more of a challenge than it probably should have been. Whoops.
- Made amazingly lecherous innuendos at everyone (I have been so repressed in Kingston, WTF.) PERVERTED SEXUAL ADVANCES FOR THE WIN.
- Ate Thanksgiving dinner and did the dishes for what felt like eighty billion people.
- Lost my voice. I sound like a boy going through puberty now, with the voice cracks and everything. Yeah.
- HAD A GIRL TALK SESH LIKE OMG (complete with gratuitous pillow cuddling and everything)
- Most definitely did not start the Linguistics assignment I have due on Wednesday that's worth 30% of my mark. FUCK.
- Woke up with a friend kind of straddling my hip in his sleep. Me: "BZUH!?" (For the record: C and I slept with three guys at the same time, in the most literal sense of the term. It was a big futon.)
- Said goodbye to the same amazing peeps I just spent almost two straight days with and whom I won't see again until Christmas. I think going back to uni will be worse this time around because now I know what it's going to be like - what I'm going back to, and what I'm going to be missing when I do. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. There is a friend-shaped hole in my heart already where they should be. *angst*
Dear friends from TO/HCI, though you probably won't read this:
I love you all and I'm still here but I miss you already. You guys are impossibly GQ motherfuckers, and our chill seshes are like no others. You are all hilarious and sarcastic, and really nice people underneath it all, and I love every one of you to itty bitty bits. I hope you have fun when you return to your various universities/high schools, but I also hope you don't forget weekends like this one because good times like these are what makes life worth living. (You guys make my life worth living.)
Love, love, LOVE, hugs and kisses all,
Sarah.
