http://youtube.com/watch?v=V5BxymuiAxQ
much love
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Home
I know I should be reading. Not blogging. But there are some subjects that interest me a little more than what Paul Bradshaw has to say about prayer in the Patristic Era. So here I am.
The subject for tonight's procratination: HOME. Good ol Yakima, My dad, my brothers playing music, my baby sister giggling, my crazy mom being crazy. All of it. I just really miss it sometimes. At school it's weird becasue I have things for myself. Like I can buy food that only I will eat where as if I bring food home in yakima, itll be gone before it gets tot he kitchen. I was on the phone with peter a while back and it was about the time mary adn george got home from school and soon enough it was on speaker and it was like I was home with them, with peter making his random and under-his-breath jokes that make everyone pee their pants, George and his observations that make everyone stop. turn. look. question. and shake their heads all the while him saying "...what?" and mary. little miss mary just laughing laughing laughing at everything thats going on. I miss family dinners and dads oke of the day from work . him laughing harder at the punch line than anyone else, but a polite ha ha to satisfy him :)
Hmmmmmmmm...home
much love
Rugby and the lifestyle that developed
Last thursday night was the end of the year rugby banquet for the mens and womens rugby teams. So after long weeks of stressful outfit planning and date scheming the big night arrived. the mens team, being many years our senior, built the banquet up all season saying plainly and genuinely that it was just a lot of fun. Yes, I had facebook researched it and after a few online pics, my excitement rose and rose and spilled over into a blood red, tight fitted, strapless dress and black high heels.
The night began with hasty preparation and quick last minute up-do's but once we arrived at the quaint and classly Bocce Cafe it was obvious we had a good night ahead of us. Dinner was wonderful and of course the people were even better. Awards were given out for best forwards, backs, MVPs and other serious matters. There were speeches from the mens and womens side and songs sung one last time. It was a night of classy rugby debauchery. at its best.
After a night like this I though for a long time about the people i had met, befriended and experiences due to the one of a kind sport and lifestyle that is rugby. I remember the first mens game i went to and the shock i felt each time the men dropped their shorts to change into their gear. the fact that they ewre really focused on the beverages they would be consuming after the game rather than the hydration im sure they needed during the game.
I feel like i need to note the amazing people that make up the mens team. Although i am wholly and completely dedicated to the womens team and all that we've accomplished, it wouldt be anything if the guys hadnt taken us in. They made room for us to travel to their games adn taught us during their practices when it was obvious they had precious little time to prepare for thier own games. There was no ego. Only rugby. I learned the sport through experience. too many times the mens coach Otto would throw me in a drill adn yell instructions in what was then a foriegn language. btu i learned the game and i loved every second of it.
When Lori began to coach us she said rugby was a drug, that once you started you would be hooked for life. It's so true. What i learned about rugby that made me fall in love with it is that there is no ego. The men and women work hard so that on saturday they can rail the opposition and play the game they love. there are no stats or averages considered. The whole atmospheere is feulled by a pure love for the sport.
Im not sure what it is about the sport that makes it so intoxicating. you hit and you get hit but that isnt the focus. there is so much going on and its all so fast and all you have time to think about is how badly you dont want your teammate to get buried in a mound of 300 lb islanders. I dont knw how to describe it. It's hard work and passion and adreneline running and ruling you for 80 minutes.
The culture and the atmosphere of the whole thing is another wonderful aspect. After the game the home team hosts a social in which the opposing team joins for of the field interaction. this is the part of the sport that i really feel sets it apart. everything is left on the field and both teams join in a celebration acknowledging their love for the game. There is food, drink , and song and its ALWAYS a good time. there are no hard feelings, only rugby.
The season is over and the mens seniors are graduating. there is a summer coming up that will be spent bulking up for another rough and tumble season that i CANNOT wait for. To the men's team i want to say thank you. you opened up a door for me that has changed my life and that will be a part of me forever. to everyone else hug a rugger ;)
much love
The night began with hasty preparation and quick last minute up-do's but once we arrived at the quaint and classly Bocce Cafe it was obvious we had a good night ahead of us. Dinner was wonderful and of course the people were even better. Awards were given out for best forwards, backs, MVPs and other serious matters. There were speeches from the mens and womens side and songs sung one last time. It was a night of classy rugby debauchery. at its best.
After a night like this I though for a long time about the people i had met, befriended and experiences due to the one of a kind sport and lifestyle that is rugby. I remember the first mens game i went to and the shock i felt each time the men dropped their shorts to change into their gear. the fact that they ewre really focused on the beverages they would be consuming after the game rather than the hydration im sure they needed during the game.
I feel like i need to note the amazing people that make up the mens team. Although i am wholly and completely dedicated to the womens team and all that we've accomplished, it wouldt be anything if the guys hadnt taken us in. They made room for us to travel to their games adn taught us during their practices when it was obvious they had precious little time to prepare for thier own games. There was no ego. Only rugby. I learned the sport through experience. too many times the mens coach Otto would throw me in a drill adn yell instructions in what was then a foriegn language. btu i learned the game and i loved every second of it.
When Lori began to coach us she said rugby was a drug, that once you started you would be hooked for life. It's so true. What i learned about rugby that made me fall in love with it is that there is no ego. The men and women work hard so that on saturday they can rail the opposition and play the game they love. there are no stats or averages considered. The whole atmospheere is feulled by a pure love for the sport.
Im not sure what it is about the sport that makes it so intoxicating. you hit and you get hit but that isnt the focus. there is so much going on and its all so fast and all you have time to think about is how badly you dont want your teammate to get buried in a mound of 300 lb islanders. I dont knw how to describe it. It's hard work and passion and adreneline running and ruling you for 80 minutes.
The culture and the atmosphere of the whole thing is another wonderful aspect. After the game the home team hosts a social in which the opposing team joins for of the field interaction. this is the part of the sport that i really feel sets it apart. everything is left on the field and both teams join in a celebration acknowledging their love for the game. There is food, drink , and song and its ALWAYS a good time. there are no hard feelings, only rugby.
The season is over and the mens seniors are graduating. there is a summer coming up that will be spent bulking up for another rough and tumble season that i CANNOT wait for. To the men's team i want to say thank you. you opened up a door for me that has changed my life and that will be a part of me forever. to everyone else hug a rugger ;)
much love
Monday, April 21, 2008
Wavy Gravy, Free Granola, and Earth Day
So today was Earth Day and what better way to experience it than in Golden Gate Park. It was a beautiful day in SF and the wind wasn't strong enough to dampen the spirit of the day, though it was string enough to share the scnts of everything the new and old hippies were smoking.
My friend Whitney and I packed out backpacks and brought a blanket and headed to the park a couple hours after the music started. Brett Dennen was supposed to pay and since he's pretty popular we figured he'd play last and that we could take our time. No dice. we got there for the end of a bluegrass band called Yonder Mountain String Band who were AMAZING. Theres no better place to experience music than in golden gate park on a nice day. Whitney and I both had a lot of homework so we posted up in the very back behind the GIANT group of people. We layed out and just listened to the music as we did our homework and watched the people around us enjoying themselves.
The music festival was called Green Apple Festival and it was dedicated to Earth Day and solar energy and granola and Barack Obama. Sarcasm and speculation aside, it was an amazing thing to be a part of. At one point Whitney said something to the effect that she felt like she was a part of something, like the place just had a vibe that things were happeneing, that in 50 years she could tell her grandkids about the rallie/concert she went to. She was right though. Today was a day that perfectly showcased the spirit of San francisco. Things are happening.
The festival was made up of both music and speakers. There was an old hippie named Wavy Gravy who somehow got put into the program and spent the minutes that he shouldnt have been given on stage ranting about some story im sure an acid trip or two might have helped with. He talked abou this handbag that was a fish and Dave Chepelle and the greatful dead and his adventures with all three. It was NOT entertaining. in fact it was the biggest damper on the wonderful mood that was created by the music. It was wonderful to lay back and listen to musicians create something genuine and wonderful and then Wavy Gravy came on and yelled and ranted in his raspy voice about things no one laughed at. I wonder if Wavy knows what a good bathroom break he supplied for the thousands of people present. He had toured with the greatful dead and, as such, was famous. Makes sense. But really, when the 60s and 70s catch up with the guy and he croaks, I'm not sure there will be very many "NO, not WAVY!"s resonating form SF. Hippir Hill might take a beating, but I think it can do better.
After the old hippie left the stage the music went on and the day continued. Afterwards Karly mentioned something I hadnt noticed: the number of kids present at the festival. I mena yes I can understand one wanting ones kids to grow up being exposed and perhaps cultured, but stoned? Whether you liked it or not, you had to accept that the majority of the people around you were smoking the proverbial reefer. BABIES? really? I mean, young teens and other kids yes i think it would be great for them to experience a day like that in the park, but babies? too far.
Oh San Francisco.
So happy Earth Day everyone. stay fresh, stay clean, stay green!
much love
My friend Whitney and I packed out backpacks and brought a blanket and headed to the park a couple hours after the music started. Brett Dennen was supposed to pay and since he's pretty popular we figured he'd play last and that we could take our time. No dice. we got there for the end of a bluegrass band called Yonder Mountain String Band who were AMAZING. Theres no better place to experience music than in golden gate park on a nice day. Whitney and I both had a lot of homework so we posted up in the very back behind the GIANT group of people. We layed out and just listened to the music as we did our homework and watched the people around us enjoying themselves.
The music festival was called Green Apple Festival and it was dedicated to Earth Day and solar energy and granola and Barack Obama. Sarcasm and speculation aside, it was an amazing thing to be a part of. At one point Whitney said something to the effect that she felt like she was a part of something, like the place just had a vibe that things were happeneing, that in 50 years she could tell her grandkids about the rallie/concert she went to. She was right though. Today was a day that perfectly showcased the spirit of San francisco. Things are happening.
The festival was made up of both music and speakers. There was an old hippie named Wavy Gravy who somehow got put into the program and spent the minutes that he shouldnt have been given on stage ranting about some story im sure an acid trip or two might have helped with. He talked abou this handbag that was a fish and Dave Chepelle and the greatful dead and his adventures with all three. It was NOT entertaining. in fact it was the biggest damper on the wonderful mood that was created by the music. It was wonderful to lay back and listen to musicians create something genuine and wonderful and then Wavy Gravy came on and yelled and ranted in his raspy voice about things no one laughed at. I wonder if Wavy knows what a good bathroom break he supplied for the thousands of people present. He had toured with the greatful dead and, as such, was famous. Makes sense. But really, when the 60s and 70s catch up with the guy and he croaks, I'm not sure there will be very many "NO, not WAVY!"s resonating form SF. Hippir Hill might take a beating, but I think it can do better.
After the old hippie left the stage the music went on and the day continued. Afterwards Karly mentioned something I hadnt noticed: the number of kids present at the festival. I mena yes I can understand one wanting ones kids to grow up being exposed and perhaps cultured, but stoned? Whether you liked it or not, you had to accept that the majority of the people around you were smoking the proverbial reefer. BABIES? really? I mean, young teens and other kids yes i think it would be great for them to experience a day like that in the park, but babies? too far.
Oh San Francisco.
So happy Earth Day everyone. stay fresh, stay clean, stay green!
much love
Thursday, April 17, 2008
No time for roses
"stop and smell the roses"
Its getting to be the end of the semester and this one is turning out to be much more stressful than last semester. I know I've been complaining abou this a lot but it's scary. In the rush of finals and the time consumption of work and the desire for more rugby and the NEED for sleep I have found that the roses have remained oderless.
It's stange to think that one school year has almost come to an end when I feel like I just got here. I don't feel like I should be ending my first year of college, or even like I should be in college at all really. I still think back to my youth when I would think about high school students and how I couldnt WAIT for the day when I could be one of those girls. When college came up I just though of old people. boring libraries and quiet studying. I know thats not what college is really like and I know its much more youthful than my pre-teen self liked to think. However, I still feel like I'm out of place in the college scene...like I have to act older and more mature...
What I'm trying to lead up to, and not doing a very good job at, is that this year has come and gone with so much in tow that I have just been trying to keep my head above water and now that I'm getting the hang of it (or not) I'm scared I missed something. I spent/spend so much time being busy with work or school or rugby that I dont have time to slow down. It scares me that in the last year I dont think of new friends and new places. When I think back the first thing that comes to mind is GOD that was hard! Of course I have had a lot of fun, I just feel like when I was having fun I didnt stop to appreciate it as much as I should have.
much love
Its getting to be the end of the semester and this one is turning out to be much more stressful than last semester. I know I've been complaining abou this a lot but it's scary. In the rush of finals and the time consumption of work and the desire for more rugby and the NEED for sleep I have found that the roses have remained oderless.
It's stange to think that one school year has almost come to an end when I feel like I just got here. I don't feel like I should be ending my first year of college, or even like I should be in college at all really. I still think back to my youth when I would think about high school students and how I couldnt WAIT for the day when I could be one of those girls. When college came up I just though of old people. boring libraries and quiet studying. I know thats not what college is really like and I know its much more youthful than my pre-teen self liked to think. However, I still feel like I'm out of place in the college scene...like I have to act older and more mature...
What I'm trying to lead up to, and not doing a very good job at, is that this year has come and gone with so much in tow that I have just been trying to keep my head above water and now that I'm getting the hang of it (or not) I'm scared I missed something. I spent/spend so much time being busy with work or school or rugby that I dont have time to slow down. It scares me that in the last year I dont think of new friends and new places. When I think back the first thing that comes to mind is GOD that was hard! Of course I have had a lot of fun, I just feel like when I was having fun I didnt stop to appreciate it as much as I should have.
much love
Thursday, April 10, 2008
A plan from and for a 19 year old college student
Sound unreliable? Yes. Yes it does. As a new college student I have found an immense amount of pressure to write down and commit to a plan for the rest of my life, which God willing, will be a long one. I don't find pressure from authoritative figures necessarily, but the atmosphere seems to be one constantly asking, what's your major?
Here's the thing about majors. Call me romantic, or idealist, or whatever, but I think the link between majors and the rest of your life is waaaay to close. I have no idea what I want to do in 15 years. I honestly have no clue. I can't even see myself anywhere really. HOWEVER, right now I really like my ethics class and my drawing class and my writing class last semester was good too. I like learning about writing and I also like to waitress. I like to go on walks and I like to work out. School is the setting where I can facilitate the like I have pertaining to knowledge. That does not mean I need to plan the rest of my life on what classes I'm taking now. I feel like too many kids center their education on a career and don't get an education. Instead htey come out geared for one thing and one thing only. That thing is the center of their life and it determines everything. Does tha sound weird to anytone else? I am learning about what I find interesting and letting that guide me. If I don't know what I want to do, WHY WHY WHY would I sign a paper saying what I'll commit to? I refuse to base my eduaction on something I have no certainty about. Hell, I like waitressing, maybe I'll do that. Maybe I'll move to a tiny house on the Oregon Coast and waitress and write in my spare time and garden and live poorly adn actually NOT care about the monetary value of my career.
I've realized that one of the things that bothers me the most about our society is that we are SO focused on making the big bucks. Men feel they have to provide for their families, women feel they have to prove themselves in the work place, and college students feel they have to have the best paying job in the city. I really think this stems from pressure put on college and high school students to plan out their lives. Students are told that they won't be successful unless they know what they want. Kids are pressured to plan out their major to cater to their ideal career so that they can earn the most money. Is it possbile that universities want to pressure us to plan so that we will get high paying jobs and donate to the alumni fund? I have a weird feeling about believing that universities really just want to help you find yourself. If that was the case, why rush it? I'M 19!!!!!!!! I'm a baby! How cna I be expected to know?
So for know, I'm comfortable now knowing. I'm also comfortable with majors like comparative literature and culture. I'm comfortable saying 'I have no idea' to people to smirk and ask me what I'll do with that. God forbid, maybe I'll be happy, instead of cramped in a cubicale because a test some advisor gave me told me I'm good in human relations and other such BS. I'm comfortable knowing I probably won't get a high paying job and I'm comfortable knowing that in 15 years whatever I'll be doing I'll be happy.
much love
Here's the thing about majors. Call me romantic, or idealist, or whatever, but I think the link between majors and the rest of your life is waaaay to close. I have no idea what I want to do in 15 years. I honestly have no clue. I can't even see myself anywhere really. HOWEVER, right now I really like my ethics class and my drawing class and my writing class last semester was good too. I like learning about writing and I also like to waitress. I like to go on walks and I like to work out. School is the setting where I can facilitate the like I have pertaining to knowledge. That does not mean I need to plan the rest of my life on what classes I'm taking now. I feel like too many kids center their education on a career and don't get an education. Instead htey come out geared for one thing and one thing only. That thing is the center of their life and it determines everything. Does tha sound weird to anytone else? I am learning about what I find interesting and letting that guide me. If I don't know what I want to do, WHY WHY WHY would I sign a paper saying what I'll commit to? I refuse to base my eduaction on something I have no certainty about. Hell, I like waitressing, maybe I'll do that. Maybe I'll move to a tiny house on the Oregon Coast and waitress and write in my spare time and garden and live poorly adn actually NOT care about the monetary value of my career.
I've realized that one of the things that bothers me the most about our society is that we are SO focused on making the big bucks. Men feel they have to provide for their families, women feel they have to prove themselves in the work place, and college students feel they have to have the best paying job in the city. I really think this stems from pressure put on college and high school students to plan out their lives. Students are told that they won't be successful unless they know what they want. Kids are pressured to plan out their major to cater to their ideal career so that they can earn the most money. Is it possbile that universities want to pressure us to plan so that we will get high paying jobs and donate to the alumni fund? I have a weird feeling about believing that universities really just want to help you find yourself. If that was the case, why rush it? I'M 19!!!!!!!! I'm a baby! How cna I be expected to know?
So for know, I'm comfortable now knowing. I'm also comfortable with majors like comparative literature and culture. I'm comfortable saying 'I have no idea' to people to smirk and ask me what I'll do with that. God forbid, maybe I'll be happy, instead of cramped in a cubicale because a test some advisor gave me told me I'm good in human relations and other such BS. I'm comfortable knowing I probably won't get a high paying job and I'm comfortable knowing that in 15 years whatever I'll be doing I'll be happy.
much love
Corey Evans
As most of you know I went to a La Sallian high school. LHS is a member of the Christian Brother community and as such has sister and brother schools all over the world. In high school I did a lot of work with other La Sallian schools in our district (the San Francisco district), namely De La Salle North Catholic in Portland, OR and La Salle High School in Milwalkie, OR. I became evry close with a few kids from these schools and have kept in close contact with them.
One of my favorites from DLSNC was a kid named Corey Evans. Corey was so easy going and funny adn was so friendly. He and I have kept contact and have dbecome very good friends. A couple weeks ago I got a message from Corey's aunt saying that Corey was in a bad car accident. Corey was on his way to work and was hit in the drivers side door and was thrown from the passenger side door. He was wearing his shoulder strap but not his lap belt. Corey is suffering from a crushed pelvis, broken ribs, a collapsed right lung, a partially collapsed left lung and, what's causing the most concern, brain damage. Corey's body is healing really well but the brain damage is the main concern at this point. It's severe, though he is recovering.
Corey is a close friend of mine and I was hurt and schocked and scared out of my mind when I heard about this. I'm writing this to ask that you send Corey all the happy and loving and healing thoughts and prayers you can. Spare a moment to send him a little strength. Yo umay not know Corey, but he's not someone easily replaced and I, personally, think this world needs the kid. So halp out and send him some love. Thanks all.
much love
One of my favorites from DLSNC was a kid named Corey Evans. Corey was so easy going and funny adn was so friendly. He and I have kept contact and have dbecome very good friends. A couple weeks ago I got a message from Corey's aunt saying that Corey was in a bad car accident. Corey was on his way to work and was hit in the drivers side door and was thrown from the passenger side door. He was wearing his shoulder strap but not his lap belt. Corey is suffering from a crushed pelvis, broken ribs, a collapsed right lung, a partially collapsed left lung and, what's causing the most concern, brain damage. Corey's body is healing really well but the brain damage is the main concern at this point. It's severe, though he is recovering.
Corey is a close friend of mine and I was hurt and schocked and scared out of my mind when I heard about this. I'm writing this to ask that you send Corey all the happy and loving and healing thoughts and prayers you can. Spare a moment to send him a little strength. Yo umay not know Corey, but he's not someone easily replaced and I, personally, think this world needs the kid. So halp out and send him some love. Thanks all.
much love
So Much Things to Say
Hellllooooooooo...my faithful viewers, I am sorry. I'm a terrible blogger. The last post was in february and a LOT has happened...I'll try to summarize. First of all there is my finger. Four weeks ago I was leaving my friend Nick's apartment and somehow my inger was shut in the hinge part of the door. SHUT in it. Chris got my finger out of the door and had it in ice and a towel before I could see it. It wasn't until I heard the fateful words of the ER surgeon "Well the good news is we're able to reattach the tip of your finger" that I knew how bad it was. The cut wen tthrough the nail and wrapped around my finger tip almost taking it off completely. The nail, nailbed, and a few bone fragments were removed. 5hours later Chris and I caught a cab accompanied by 16 stitches, excrutiating pain, and a perscription for Vicodin. Now the tip is healing nicely and cleanly. The nerves are still in repair an that makes the tip super tender so I keep it bandaged most of the time. That and I don't want women and children to run from me screaming when they see it.
So who is this Chris kid you ask? He's the man in my life lately and we've been dating for almost 2 months (itll be 2 on the 18th). He's on the men's rugby team and that's how we met :) He's a great guy and we're having a blast.
And then theres rugby! We got a team going and had our first game this last weekend. I play an 8-man who is at the butt end of the scrum. It was SO much fun to finally be able to play. Lindsey and I have been tying to get a girls team for EVER and to finally see it come together was the most rewarding experience in my college career (yes the lengthy one it is) to date. My finger held its own for the most part. It got hit and rolled on and all other things and was pretty painful but the scar, scab and everything else was still in place after and thats all I really need.
Classes are picking up and stresssssssing me out. I think I am going to declare comparative literature and culture as my major and try to get going on it next semester. What will I do with it? Who knows. But I love the idea o it so I'm going for it. As of now my classes are so packed that I really don't have time for anything. My day begins with work at 8:30 everyday, usually I go back to change after classes get out, usually around 4 and do a little homwork before either my Mon/Wed drawing class or tues/thurs rugby. Friday I volunteer in the mornings and work in the afternoon. After my night commitment I usually go stait to the library where I work until about 1 am. Then I head back to fal asleep to the daily gossip supplied so lovingly by Karly :) I'm realy going to miss her next year. I got so lucky witht the roommate I got. SO lucky. She's going to school in Oregon next year which is good for her but USF won't be the same. How else will I find out who's engaged and who got a new pair of HEINOUS Ugs. *sigh* life goes on. But I ave found a new roommate for next year. Her name is Jessica and we get along really well so I'm happy I don't have to worry about meeting a new person to live with and all that.
Alexis is coming to see me for the weekend!! I'm so excited to see her. She's the friend everyone needs to make them do STUPID things that you look bakc on and think two things: 1) WHY and 2) THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN! She's a neat neat girl and I'm just so happy to have her in my life. Thinking about old friends coming to visit gets me thinking about the friends I have. When I came to school I was so excited to meet the new people here and create those lasting friendships you hear about. Being here has produced good relationships and good memories but theres somehting to be said about the comfort of an old friend. This was actually a topic of discussion in a couple of my classes and in thinking about it Ive realized that really the only thing that can make those reationships so strong is time. It's frusterating because I don't want to have to start that process over! But at the same time meeting all these people is going to make my reunion with people like alexis that much more enjoyable.
This has been wa too long and though I realize it's not that interesting, I only have energy to supply the basics today.
Ill see you all ina 2 more months!
much love
So who is this Chris kid you ask? He's the man in my life lately and we've been dating for almost 2 months (itll be 2 on the 18th). He's on the men's rugby team and that's how we met :) He's a great guy and we're having a blast.
And then theres rugby! We got a team going and had our first game this last weekend. I play an 8-man who is at the butt end of the scrum. It was SO much fun to finally be able to play. Lindsey and I have been tying to get a girls team for EVER and to finally see it come together was the most rewarding experience in my college career (yes the lengthy one it is) to date. My finger held its own for the most part. It got hit and rolled on and all other things and was pretty painful but the scar, scab and everything else was still in place after and thats all I really need.
Classes are picking up and stresssssssing me out. I think I am going to declare comparative literature and culture as my major and try to get going on it next semester. What will I do with it? Who knows. But I love the idea o it so I'm going for it. As of now my classes are so packed that I really don't have time for anything. My day begins with work at 8:30 everyday, usually I go back to change after classes get out, usually around 4 and do a little homwork before either my Mon/Wed drawing class or tues/thurs rugby. Friday I volunteer in the mornings and work in the afternoon. After my night commitment I usually go stait to the library where I work until about 1 am. Then I head back to fal asleep to the daily gossip supplied so lovingly by Karly :) I'm realy going to miss her next year. I got so lucky witht the roommate I got. SO lucky. She's going to school in Oregon next year which is good for her but USF won't be the same. How else will I find out who's engaged and who got a new pair of HEINOUS Ugs. *sigh* life goes on. But I ave found a new roommate for next year. Her name is Jessica and we get along really well so I'm happy I don't have to worry about meeting a new person to live with and all that.
Alexis is coming to see me for the weekend!! I'm so excited to see her. She's the friend everyone needs to make them do STUPID things that you look bakc on and think two things: 1) WHY and 2) THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN! She's a neat neat girl and I'm just so happy to have her in my life. Thinking about old friends coming to visit gets me thinking about the friends I have. When I came to school I was so excited to meet the new people here and create those lasting friendships you hear about. Being here has produced good relationships and good memories but theres somehting to be said about the comfort of an old friend. This was actually a topic of discussion in a couple of my classes and in thinking about it Ive realized that really the only thing that can make those reationships so strong is time. It's frusterating because I don't want to have to start that process over! But at the same time meeting all these people is going to make my reunion with people like alexis that much more enjoyable.
This has been wa too long and though I realize it's not that interesting, I only have energy to supply the basics today.
Ill see you all ina 2 more months!
much love
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