I'm alive and stalking. I didn't sleep at all last night, just stayed on the computer listening to "Mad World" until I realized the sun was up. And I sat on a couch. It was fun and hurtful.
I miss CTY. My remedy for missing things is to stalk the people that remind me of it. And thus, I stalk James, Theo, Washy, and other awesome/kittyish/spazzy people I met (or remet, in Cece's case - "You look a lot like Cece." "*grinnage* I am Cece." Oh, that girl is rawkorz.) in the span of three weeks.
Three weeks of Febreze showers, Sarah's fuzzy pink bathrobe (Note to self: Buy one that is black. Silk robes are not bathrobes.), sesame bagels with fruit and black coffee, black notebooks (including the convos contained within), messing with my camera phone, yellow submarines, the semi-emo club, just barely missing getting hit by four square balls, throwing said four square balls at Richard, getting interrogated by hallmates, indorm tennis, Blue Beard's chest, fake swords, gratis freelance in-class drawing careers, brush pens, drawing when walking, furious writing, sarcasm, corn flakes, low fat milk, friendship bracelets, freaking out, hyperventilating, and many other things that I remember but am too lazy to type them all up. They were frickin' awesome.
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