COLLEGE (like the tee shirt "that" guy wears)

Dear Dana,

I am sorry I have been a lame roommate lately. Leaving you scary notes in the cracker box or eating all the salsa is just such a jerk move by me. I also marved the blueberries. sober.

I want you to come snowboarding with me, and I will miss class IF I have to just so we can get some...pow turns in.

I am sitting cross legged with a tourbon on... when I should actually be a) getting ready for class b) doing dishes c) looking for my life. BUT instead, I am dedicating this entire blog post to you. And your special black pencil that made me receive 100% on my bio exam. Cheers to that, you are a magician.

I also appreciate our science chats, and the fact that when you make coffee, it lasts for 3 days and I continue to drink it. Even when our power goes out and I have to warm it up in a pot on the stove. Desperate caffine measures....it happens.

Last night as I was dancing to Shiny Toy Guns at the upfront, I felt incomplete without your fist pumps or your ability to loose an ID four times. It's like a game to you...but it's cool.... it gives us a mystery to solve...?

I don't know where I am going with this. My legs are currently tingly with needle like sensations going straight to the soles of my feet. I think I should go.

Just know that even though we haven't had a random night of spontaneous craziness (minus stuckos..but I think we could have been crazier than that) in a long time, we are past due for some ragging, marving and strobe light house sessions.

That is all, have fun in clinical labratory class. I am going to communications in the art to listen to music, make up stories about paintings and get stoked on classical music. I will then come home for a lunch sesh and convince you that Anastasia is the bomb.

Love always,

M.

C.

s....snake.

bye.