It would have been silly to post much during the time since I last did because for so long I would just have been repeating myself. No one wants to read "I just wish my friends would come home" that many times, seriously. But now real things have happened, good things. And the things just keep getting better.
May seems like the time when everything got lovely but really it was the end of April. One day Jessica David and I went with some others to see Barack Obama speak. We spent over five hours there to hear him for twenty minutes and it was worth it. But you know, it's really more important that I went with Jeska than where I went because I have never mentioned her here before but she is so important! In twenty years what will matter is that I spent the whole semester hugging this girl and getting thought a lesbian for it and not minding because we are Hetero-Life-Partners-4-Life.
After Obama nothing good happened until April 30th, reading study day. But then four good things happened all at once; honestly I don't know how I handled it. Let's walk through the day together, shall we? I got up and took a shower, already a good start, and was getting ready at a leisurely rate at around eleven with every belief that nothing would happen for the next hour. However, shortly thereafter, my sweet roommate Chelsea's boyfriend
(whom I affectionately call) DomDom
(even though he hates it) nearly punched me in the face with the door, and his eagerness entirely made up for plenty of times when I've wished he had ovaries so I could put him in front of the microwave and turn it on, because he said, "I just saw Guy Wyant coming up the sidewalk." The next three minutes were proof I have prophetic dreams (see 16 March). I spent the next hour and a half after that hugging him, hello lovely home from England thing. This one--
Just a few minutes before one, then, I was downstairs standing in the lobby waiting for another one, and I almost got hit by a car honestly, running to Jennifer. We went together to the student publications lunch and came back to school to form the best quad-fecta of our generation, the two of us and Jeska and Guy, at least for a little while.
At five, directly following the arrival of Matt and Alex, the plan that Jackie and Bernard and Chelsea came up with to make my day as embarrassing as possible went into effect. With everyone watching, Guy and John Posey played Pomp and Circumstance on accordion and saxophone and my dear friends held a high school graduation ceremony for me, hideous maroon robes and all. When I gave up on my attempts to hide behind Chelsea, Molly gave the commencement address, Jennifer and Jeska played my parents, and Katie conferred upon me the diploma signifying my graduation from Posexy High (whose school song, by the way, is "Hey There Delilah").
For the next several days I did very little studying and an enormous amount of being around people I have missed so, so terribly. We ate 31-cent ice cream and spent all our time around each other. Early Saturday morning, Matt and Alex left for their respective Illinois homes. Saturday night we held birthday celebrations for John Posey with ice cream and Cosmo and cookie cake. Jen stayed until Sunday and her last night we slept in the boat. Guy came and went between his house and his brother's house and Powell but never really left for good.
On Monday I stole Guy and was drinking a sub-par hot chocolate at Cafe Apostrophe and talking to him like old times when Maria showed up in the door freshly home from Europe. I knocked a chair over, but not on purpose of course. I didn't let her go for an hour until she had to go see other people for a while. I have no pictures of her from these days even though they were wonderful, which I guess means I'll just have to go back to visit.
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I wish I could remember every second but I'm already forgetting things. The people behind me and Guy at Iron Man were making duck noises the whole time. I got a scarf from Poland and a beret from Paris. Jacket thievery, Toss 'n' Catch, She's the Man, saying "Two, please." All that sleeping in the boat. Cardboard Alex in my room, packing, Jamal, the lounge cleaned, the lounge goodbyed for good. The last night we tried so hard to stay up but fell asleep on the floor, then on the couch again and again, and I wanted to talk more and say so much more but the leaving is so much less painful when
soon really means soon.
