[...] This brings me to these holidays and my opening statement of why I travelled anywhere at all, for my friends. I’ve made more friends this year, more close friends that I feel confident enough to say that I’ll keep for life, which is a hard thing to say for me given my previous experiences. I lived with Andrew for another 4 months, watched him make the right choice and joked with him in the evenings after work. I hung around with Adam, and hopefully helped him be a bit less comically emo. I think I finally made some headway into getting Allen to come out with us instead of spending 23.9/7 hours of his life on Caprice (all jokes aside she got seriously lucky with him). I heard stories of Ken going to see the forbidden movie. I saw Julian come to UW, after saying cya to him in high school. I talked to Flora again, something I haven’t done in a while. I really shouldn’t have started a list, no matter how long I write I will come up with more and more names of people I’d love to add. But one last person who’ll certainly be included is Sharon. I don’t have one defining memory of what we’ve done in the last year that I’ve known her, it would probably be too silly and too funny to explain in words, one of those ‘you had to be there’ experiences. But whatever random series of events led to our meeting, and it almost couldn’t have been more random, not to mention all the ties and similarities we’ve found since then, a huge ‘effing thanks to whoever (note the proper spelling ) arranged the events for that. If I could meaningfully translate the two Russian songs that just played while I wrote these last few sentences I would, but I’ll have to stick to just saying they were strangely perfect. [...]
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You know, you could truthfully say that after having spoke with you, I got “so effing wet”. =P Adam is so dead for copying that.
[...] This brings me to these holidays and my opening statement of why I travelled anywhere at all, for my friends. I’ve made more friends this year, more close friends that I feel confident enough to say that I’ll keep for life, which is a hard thing to say for me given my previous experiences. I lived with Andrew for another 4 months, watched him make the right choice and joked with him in the evenings after work. I hung around with Adam, and hopefully helped him be a bit less comically emo. I think I finally made some headway into getting Allen to come out with us instead of spending 23.9/7 hours of his life on Caprice (all jokes aside she got seriously lucky with him). I heard stories of Ken going to see the forbidden movie. I saw Julian come to UW, after saying cya to him in high school. I talked to Flora again, something I haven’t done in a while. I really shouldn’t have started a list, no matter how long I write I will come up with more and more names of people I’d love to add. But one last person who’ll certainly be included is Sharon. I don’t have one defining memory of what we’ve done in the last year that I’ve known her, it would probably be too silly and too funny to explain in words, one of those ‘you had to be there’ experiences. But whatever random series of events led to our meeting, and it almost couldn’t have been more random, not to mention all the ties and similarities we’ve found since then, a huge ‘effing thanks to whoever (note the proper spelling ) arranged the events for that. If I could meaningfully translate the two Russian songs that just played while I wrote these last few sentences I would, but I’ll have to stick to just saying they were strangely perfect. [...]
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