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we used to be best friends, and now we are friends again, and it’s great…I love it.

So my school isn’t offering the program I wanted to do anymore. Not a problem cause I went to a study abroad meeting and picked out a different London program that I want to do that isn’t directly through my school. HOWEVER, then I got in a conversation with my hall director and started thinking maybe I’ll just do a J-term in London because then I can be an RA next year, which I really want to do…hmmm. I will have to think about this.

Sophomore year is so different and ONE MILLION times more fun. I enjoy college so much now it’s a little ridiculous!!

well…no not really, but I always wanted to learn to knit, and my aunt and my grandma tried to teach me, but I really sucked at it…and then I discovered I’m WAY better at crocheting! I crocheted a hideous pillow for my room next year and now I am in the process of crocheting a sweet ass purse. YESSSS.

So I went to the second night of this year’s sweet DMB concert at Alpine…it was great. Pretty much everyone there except us was extremely drunk or stoned, but they were HILARIOUS!! My friend and I had to go to the bathroom and there was a gigantic crowd in front of the porta potties, but they were all drunk so we took advantage and got through really easily. And a girl a little bit in front of us at the concert PEED ON THE GROUND!! Haha, it was so disgusting. But the music was sweet, plus we danced around a lot…I was pretty disappointed with the setlist but regardless, Dave is amazing, so all is forgiven. Plus the road trip/camping at Bong part was incredible.

So the friend that was going to teach me crashed his car. Fortunately, he says that his next car is for sure going to be a manual also. However, he’s also going back to school in IOWA in three days. Shit! It might be a while before this goal is completed.

whatever man, I’ll take a road trip to California with my FRIENDS.

I finally got my nose pierced three weeks ago. One day I just decided to do it, and I brought along my best friend, who got hers done last fall. On the way there my friend John, who had been strongly against the whole thing, called me and I said “HEY guess where I’m going right now…to get my NOSE PIERCED!” and he HUNG UP ON ME!! Haha…it was hilarious. When I opened my eyes after they pierced it my friend was covering her mouth with her hand and had a painful look on her face. She said she was really glad she got hers done before she watched someone else. I was a little worried about what my parents would say because although I had been talking about doing it for over a year, I didn’t tell them when I went to go do it, and they used to be really against it, although recently it seemed like they kinda didn’t care anymore. When I got home my dad was like, “Did you know you have a rivet in your face??” Haha…but they weren’t mad at all. A week after I got it pierced I went to the ocean for a week so I was a little worried something would happen to it while I was swimming but I had no problems whatsoever. Plus, it looks sweet as hell. Woo hoo!

I saw Guster in July at the Basilica Block Party. THEY BLEW MY MIND!! They were hilarious, they played an AMAZING setlist (they even played Center of Attention, one of my FAVORITE Guster songs that I was not in the LEAST expecting them to play!), the bongos were rockin’, the sweet skyline of Minneapolis was in the background, and for the very last song of the encore, they played Come Downstairs and Say Hello…absolutely no joke, it brought tears to my eyes. I want to see them again and again. GUSTER…I LOVE YOU.

Yesterday I had the most fun day of sailing in my life. We hosted an unofficial kind of scrimmage-y team racing regatta, and it was sweet. I crewed for this guy who was a U of M alumni and was apparently super good and had gone to nationals and stuff, so at first I was like, “shit, what if he’s all crabby and is mad at me for being really bad at sailing,” but he was SO NICE and taught me SO MUCH STUFF!! So yeah…it was sweet.

so I’m starting to enjoy it a lot more now, what with the sailing team and everything…but yesterday I had a long car ride home from Madison and long car rides can be real depressing sometimes because they give me a lot of time to think. I am still not too sure of myself. Maybe by next semester.

because I have actually only been learning to sail for about three weeks, ya know.

I have officially been out sailing on five separate days now (except on Friday I actually quit after like two minutes because I was so damn sore and exhausted). Seriously though, I went to a regatta in Madison weekend before last, and it was basically baptism by fire. I had never been in a boat before, I hardly knew the parts of the boat or any of the very basics of sailing (e.g., tacking), I was running on about four hours of sleep (and I am one of those people who needs at least 9 to feel normal), and they basically took me out there a little while before our first race, gave me a rough idea of the basics, and made me participate in six races in one day. And then two on Sunday. I think I almost died…but it’s still exciting. I haven’t been this sore in over a year, since I nordic skiied in high school. Plus it’s so damn scary that anything else now seems not scary at all in comparison. Sweet, I like facing my fears.

The most terrible thing ever is that every spring my college has a ridiculously sweet concert, and last year (when I didn’t even go there yet, cause I’m a freshman), THEY HAD GUSTER!! I can’t even believe that I missed it by one year. Similarly my friends at the U missed Cake by one year, but seriously, if I had to choose between Guster and Cake, it would obviously be Guster. I love them so much I don’t even know what else to say…except that I really really want to see them live.

I LOVE NEWSIES.

Enough said.

It was definitely not as good as I expected. The first time was just stressful as hell. The second time was alright because I was with people I trusted more and we listened to the Flaming Lips and went to Perkins, which was clearly pretty enjoyable. But mostly it just made me really tired. And I hate how with weed, as opposed to alcohol, I say dumb stuff but I KNOW I’m saying it…and it just pops out anyway…so I just don’t talk. But yeah. I guess I just don’t enjoy it.

But seriously, when I joined cross country in 11th grade, I could run not one step more than a mile, and now the most I’ve ever run is 6, but I’m pretty certain I could run more. I just love it. It makes me so happy, I love being outside especially when it is perfect running weather, I love races whether they were high school cross country races or just 5k road races, I love listening to sweet music while running…and it just makes me feel so damn healthy. Seriously, although it may suck at first (I hated running sooooo much until I joined cc, and would NEVER have considered myself a running type), it is WELL worth it. If my knees ever go bad and I can’t run, well then I will really be fucked.

I have a Lumina named Francis Kumar…and I love him.

Not having Francis at college really sucks a lot. I’m definitely getting a parking permit next year.

I hate to admit it cause I’m a real treehugger but I am addicted to my automobile. Awww fuck.

Actually that’s definitely false because I’ve only read the 6th one once…but I was definitely at Barnes & Noble at midnight and reading it throughout the whole plane ride to Puerto Rico that weekend.

HP I love you.

And I decided they were a little too unruly for my tastes. And I’m home on spring break so my momma gave me some money and I have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon at 2:30. Ha ha, I’m bizarrely excited?!