Much of that, i'm sure, is not because of me. No, its DEFINITELY not me. Its the other people i chose to call classmates. Phuck. Classmates seems to official a word. For people who know you inside out. These groups of people give you so much reassurance! I've got diet advice, fashion advice, food advice, Girl-charming-lessons, and God knows what not from these people.
And as the rather eventful season of College Festivals begins. I can only dream of how much more close ill get to these maslims. These bo bantai bamai phucks. And i'm waiting. Im waiting for those moments of bliss. A Crowd coming together to support their Phucked-up contingent. A Band playing on stage, together, for the first time. A group of talented phucks putting up an awesome act. Not only because of the joy of winning. More so because of the togetherness those rare-to-occur moments will generate. As the title obviously says, "I Love My Class". ANd i will screw anyone who messes up with 'em. This is the first tym that i have actually been a part of a group for quite a long time without being kicked out, and i'm on a high.
As i sat in Mckenzie today, i could only think of how many more long afternoon-turned-evenings would we be spending in that place. And it definitely felt very promising.
So here's to my next semester, my college, my colleagues, and one hell of a mad-capped class......
