I was going to tell you that I got to visit my friend last week as she worked at the coffeeshop nearby, and she took me behind the counter and showed me how to make drinks a little and I got on tumblr and just spent time with her for a little while. It's kind of great having a barista friend who lets me do that.
I was going to tell you about last weekend when I went to dance with one of my best friends and a heap of my theatre peeps were there and a friend came back from college and we sang too loud and I danced the night away and got no pictures because I was...well, dancing. I borrowed my sister's dress and barely wore my heels and sat up late laughing much too hard at youtube video quotes and Les Mis jokes and stood in the driveway in the cold talking until one of the best nights of my life was over.
I was going to tell you how my dear friend is leaving me to move to Maryland and I thought that dance and then sitting in Tim Horton's afterward was going to be the last time I saw her, but then we spontaneously met up at Chipotle the other day. It was nine at night but we got to hang out one last time and I was squeaking ridiculously because the upper half of my vocal range was/is gone from too much singing (no worries, I kind of sound like Adele now).
I was going to tell you how I get to see one of my oldest long time friends nearly every day on campus because she's always creeping on me from across the way, and she even lets me take a nap on a couch in the library instead of talking to her. This is true love, guys.
I was going to tell you that whenever I'm feeling particularly tired or stressed about projects that I have due or just life in general, my little sisters have taken to writing me notes or bringing me food (or both) in order to make me feel better. They even gave me some of their special chocolate and I'm pretty sure they've been saving that since last Valentine's Day so it's really special.
I was going to tell you how grateful I am to have made lovely friends in my theatre class that love and appreciate it (almost) as much as I do and how several of us got dinner yesterday before heading to see a show on campus together. The Mystery of Edwin Drood, it was, and I knew a girl in it, and it was funny and fantastic, like an interactive murder mystery musical where the audience decided the end of the show. There's seriously nothing I love more than going to a play.
I was going to tell you how much my friends mean to me and the wonderful times I get to spend with them and how I love each of them so differently yet so dearly. But I think the words to do it justice escape me. So really all I have to say is that I feel like this is really honestly true. That's all.