Hmm. I was looking through my senior yearbook, and maaaaaan, i miss some things.
I miss not having to worry about making it to work on time. Or keeping up with so many responsibilities. I miss being a yearbook editor and spending hours in our class editing and dancing to spanish music on the computers. I miss eating lunch in a specific table everyday, and having verbal battles of wit with one of my favorite teachers. I miss feeling giddy before going to english class every day and singing in the stairwells with my songmates, and sometimes sneaking into the little theater's storage room and the art gallery with them, just to talk crap. Ah, the bitter effects of growing up. It's funny that Braille, by Regina Spektor, did this to me. I don't have a lot of these gushy moments, but this one hit me like a brick, so I had to share it.
But uhh...yea. So, how's everyone else?