[The closer I get to being highly qualified the more I realize that people who are usually aren't]
The pictures from last night are hilarious. We dressed up in tiaras and at one point I swear my best friend was channeling Courtney Love, with runny dark eye makeup and sweated out hair and tiara askew. "You're a f*cking Vice Do right now, baby," I yelled. This was after the iron maiden cover band but before we made some random stranger wear A's shirt home...
The phenomena of attracting attractive guys three years younger than me continued. I have no idea what happened this year, and at bars full of hot young things with hair did boobs out I'm usually wearing busted skate shoes and shapeless jeans with some kind of ironic tshirt, but it's become fairly consistent. I chalk it up to openly not really caring. The whole thing is kind of fun because there are no stakes: my boyfriend called this morning and I was happy to talk to him, there was (for the record) a really okay epilogue to the valentines day debacle.
I need to start getting paddle fit, and I'm considering a trip right before grad out to the coast even if it would be wetsuit coldness, because I just feel so ridiculously water deprived...
Listening: Deerhunter :: Woodhands :: Maya Azucena
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