fireplaces, christmas lights, light rain on gray days, Berna's laugh, giddy girls getting ready to go to a party, waking up in the middle of the night because of a poem, vacuuming in heels (seriously did it the otherday), getting caught dancing in my underwear by B, green clay facial masks with a towel turban, sweater socks, legwarmers!!, new haircuts, searching for the perfect book of crossword puzzles, convincing my sister to stay home, tornado sirens, christmas music (all day, all week on the Wind), hot tea, falling alseep in the afternoon, shopping for the perfect literary magazine, my new poster above my bed,"sweet romance!", his arms around her, spending a sunday at the hospital, reminiscing about Boulder, trips abroad, thrift shopping for the perfect blazer, new scarfs, the kiss that turned all of our heads, my dead flowers (they are still yellow though), my electric guitar impression, making sangria, sexonthebeach with nicole-fruity girlness hardcore, coming up with the most ridiculous t-shirt sayings, falling alseep laughing, poems about penises (it was really awkward reading out loud but once it was finished I felt liberated), talking to my dad, barnes and noble dates with mari, walking down pickwick street with b, wishing very badly that things wouldn't change so quickly, looking up plane tickets to London, being free to do anything in five months, being scared to death to graduate, senior class gifts, winter shoes, my new blue coat, homemade fires (all you need are a bunch of candles and marshmellows with toothpicks), beer and pizza with the ladies, thanksgiving feasts, and listening for the first time to someone when they say that this place we are in (this place of transition) is beautiful.
posted by meg johnson @ Sunday, November 27, 2005
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