Oh Dear Friend. Today while reading The Daily Mail, I came across this:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2214116/Yale-kids-make-15m-site-reveals-true-meaning-rap-lyrics.html
I thought of you instantly. I miss your blog posts, more so now, I think, since we're teetering on the edge of being incommunicado. XP
There's not a whole lot of anything to report from the home front. Little Sister posted some awesome pictures of your pumpkin carving exploits. I demanded that she send you home at once, but she refused. She gave me a predictably long explanation as to why, but the root of it seemed to be that you are her other half. I would have pointed out that you are just as much my other half as hers, but that would have resulted in some sort of discussion, which I was uninterested in having, so I let it lie. Lol.
The holidays are rapidly approaching, and while I have grand plans this year, they are not nearly as grand as the holidays when we all got together. I'm certain they will be predictably bittersweet. I am, however, slightly less bitter about the state of things this year than last year though, so I suppose that's progress. :)
I'm up to my eyeballs in midterms at the moment, and am currently drowning in a seemingly endless sea of senior-itis. I have absolutely no drive, and no interest in doing much of anything class related. Couple that with the fact that two of my midterms are tandem papers, having to be researched and written with another person, and as you can imagine, I have now moved from passive to active avoidance.
Oh, and I have to write a Gothic ghost story for my lit class by Thursday. 10-ish pages. I'll send it to you once I get something started, and we can laugh at it together okay? Lots of love Dear Friend! Love to P too. <3
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