10:51 p.m.
May 04, 2005
Shit, man.

I don't know what it is about you that makes school such a good time.

Me, you, and T-Rom in the corner or APUS, deciding who's going to fake what language? You and me playing Sonic Spinball when Mark Spreitzer is a room over freaking out about whatever competition? Cussin' each other out in Calculus? Goddamn, man.

If you ended up going to IIT, I would have liked to room with you.

I don't try to make an emotional connection with everyone I meet. It would be far too tiring. So what I liked about you, I guess, is that we managed to have a fucking great time whenever we were stuck together. It would have been nice if it was more often than that, but maybe that was the right timeframe. I don't know.

Maybe the best part was just that we really didn't hang out that often, and the occasions where we were stuck together paid off. I mean, the Texas trip? I had fun at the dorm. GameCube until 2 in the morning was a good time, so was partying with the juniors - then freshmen.

It was a party. It was a good time, and you're a fun guy to be around - nevermind that smart bullshit. I wish you the best, though I know you don't need it.
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