Lay Me Down

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It’s been about three months since I last updated and I’m right where I left off. I’m back at some late hour of the night foregoing studying for my finals and instead I’ve

a)      Been a wake up call

b)      Changed my facebook profile picture (JELLYFISH)

c)       Found every remix to that one Punjabi MC song

d)      Chipped all of my nail polish off

e)      Gone on a walk

f)       Taken a nap in the library

 I’m actually being yelled at right now to finish studying and blog tomorrow, but you see, that would be the SMART thing to do and, as we all know, I’m not the smartest out of all of us. J

Everyone seems to have had really awesome summers but I, no doubt, had one of the worst summers of my life (ok heat before you argue you went out of the country and saw family while I was stuck here slaving away with no one but my hunchback boyfriend to keep me company). I, however, am not going to dwell on that. I’m going to tell you all what next semester is going to be like.

Picture this:

*cue music*

It’s Move-In Day and we’re all bringing our carefully collected furniture, decorations, bedding and most importantly FOOD, up the stairs and into our new apartment. Everything is set up and then 

THE PARTY BEGINS.

The champagne is flowing, disco balls appear out of nowhere, backup dancers appear, everything goes Technicolor and we’re now starting the 

BEST YEAR OF OUR LIVES.

something like this:

Internships and jobs and A’s magically seem to be coming to us. We’re in our own rooms and now able to walk around in states of semi nudity without fear of scarring anyone. Boyfriends are sleeping over and roof hopping is now a sport. Our bathroom lives do not have to be compressed in a small plastic bag that may or may not have become moldy by the end of the year. Dance parties are held on the regular as are movie nights, outdoor picnics and cookoffs. There are never dishes in the sink (thanks liquid) but there always food in the fridge. 

The end of the semester closes with plans for a roadtrip to California to visit a much missed friend and lots of alcohol and dancing. We all get 4.0s. 

The end. Amen. 

I’m telling you girls, the promised land is near.

Aannnnddd now I have to go fail my final. WTF IS TORQUE?  

NO.

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