Look at my hair. I mean, at its personal worst at two in the morning, after a harrowing day of grocery shopping. I haven't seen your stinking face since October. I miss you. I want to come play. I loved talking to you on the phone today while I was navigating throughout the ghetto. Let's do fun exciting things while I'm in St. George!
(this is my fun exciting face...chad fell down.)Dear everyone: Never go to Wal-Mart and buy cheetos, ice cream, a bunch of flowers and paper doilies to make valentines, and new buttons to sew on your coat all in the same trip. You will never get anything relating to your higher education ever done ever again. Dear Heidi: Tell me where to find cool buttons, I am re-buttoning all my coats. Dear Lanee: Never leave again because now I feel absolutely no obligation to go to bed before you're in a deep sleep cycle and I wake you up. I will sit here smugly avoiding adulthood (college...and sleep) till the day is dawning. Dear Emily: Curse you for making me like nail polish, for holding me down and forcing me to cover myself in it. Curse you.
Dear homework: Suck it.
Dear Aly: I've been awake this whole time and my paper proposal isn't done either.
3 comments:
Gosh I just love you! And your hair looks friggin' amazing! Please come see me. I miss you.
i am glad i am not the only one who procrastinates and doesn't sleep!
Did you say Chad fell down? Is he home? Haha. Sorry, I'm confused.
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