I LIED (the way I mean to say this is how Amy Poehler says it at 1:12) about going to the mountains yesterday. I mean, I was supposed to, but I lied last minute and got out of going... until Monday I think.
Yolie called me and we went out completely unplanned. I decided it was a wise choice to not put contacts in or look in the mirror before leaving... LOL. It was raining, apparently? That was fun, we walked in depressing rain for about a half hour looking for a hookah place, or more accurately, me walked sulkingy blind behind Yolie complaining. We were ready to give up when she suggested we go down this really shady alley. Being blind, and seeing everything as black anyway, I agree. It reminded me SO much of Diagon Alley, plus I have this incredibly serious theory that Yolie is Voldemort and I'm Harry Potter, and it made sense. I shall explain at a later time. But we found hookah! I was craving mint flavored hookah for such a long time, but they were out so we settled for watermelon. We left at about midnight, when Yolie suggests we go clubbing. I mull over the fact that it's raining, I am blind, dressed completely inappropriately for the club, and promptly give an enthusiastic "hell yeah!" as my answer. Good times were had, another night where I trick my sleep schedule was added to my running total, and realizations about how much I'm going to miss it here over the summer bombarded me. And Michael Jackson died? I found out through twitter, when I got home at 6.00AM, and it was too weird to handle so I went to bed. RIP though. Housemates are all leaving for the weekend, the apartment will be really weird empty. I need to shower and clean before THIS tonight : )
xox,
loveacrosstheocean.
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