Because I haven't "written-written" in a long while
I will subject you to this poorly phrased recap of last Saturday.
I had my Oglethorpe Scholarship weekend, which was a lot better than I intended (I intended waking up at 6:00am and staying at Oglethorpe until 8:45pm, bored out of my wits with forced discussions of Lessing and Frost) and for that, I am glad! I met lots of new people (Coming to mind, a particular funny, curly-headed boy of seventeen who’s never had a first kiss, but has read up on everything sexual, including the male g-spot…) and ate lots of great food (Mexican for lunch and mini hamburgers/pasta for dinner)! It turns out that I needn’t have been worried about waking up so early, because I could always sneak off into the top floor of the library and catch a few Z’s in clandestine quarters.
After, I went over to Sophie’s with low expectations (of events for the night, not Sophie herself, of course). We looked at swimsuits on Vicky S (current obsession of all Lakeside Spring Break XI Girls) until Xenia called with news of a get together at Laura J’s…
… On our way, we heard we had to relocate because “shit went down.” Thankfully, all those not involved in the descending of the shit were invited to Taylor’s. It was small but fun (I don’t have a lot of experience with small but fun things; take that however you wish) but I’m glad we went.
Funniest moment? Too many. Or maybe none at all. I’m not sure.
P.S. Is anybody else having trouble realizing that school is actually happening? I mean, I have homework…but… I’m not actually doing it. So. Yeah. What’s up with that.
“What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don’t really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn’t have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.”—Jonathan Safran Foer — from Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via mayyaaa)