the "real world" is nothing like my real world.

summer may be ending, and i may be okay with that. beth and i have lived this summer like it was the last summer of our lives. i talked her into going to me you and everyone we know, and we just about died. it was so funny yet so cute yet so pointless that we got stuck on this loop of discussing our summers and our lives. we decided we are like b list celebrities in this town, or atleast we like to think we are. we waltz in and out when we feel like it. we go out only when we feel like it, and we only go out with people that think we are cool, that we think are cool. we have snotty attitudes and shit talk everyone around us the entire time, and manage to make friends while doing it. and even if/when the night (or day) goes bad, we have a laugh about it. a really good laugh. i don't think we can not have fun.

like how we went to that party the other night where we only knew fuki, shawn, and joseph, but where beth tried to meet me a new unattractive boyfriend, handed out my number, we considered stealing a bike, and ran into mason who, apparently, recieved his first kiss from me (this fact was unknown to me previously, as he was not my first kiss. it's hard to keep track of these things.)

or last night where we went to that movie and then sat at the pub laughing about old people and her mother's ridiculous requests, and our current/future roommates, and how we have a life to go back to at our respective schools. we have friends in high and low places in more than one place, and while i spend a lot of time hating my transient lifestyle, i am realizing im used to it, have "owned" it and am loving it.

hey friends, i love you.