The man sitting behind me on the bus just called someone, took a breath of courage and said, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I think I’m still drunk.” He proceeded to stumble his way down the middle aisle, bumping elbows with fellow passengers. He was of Asian descent and 17 years of age, at most.
I swear I can’t make this stuff up.
Kyle is making me sleepytime tea. I’m not sure if I believe in luck, but I do believe in the magnetism between two souls alike. I love you.
Today was the first day of my senior year at Fordham. I have nothing but unequivocal ambitions for what will be my final year of schooling (minus grad school in years to come). I have a goal gpa that I’m hairs away from, and if all goes well- an internship with CNN lined up for the Spring. As for this semester, my schedule rules! I have no classes on Wednesday’s or Friday’s, and my weekends begin Thursday at 12:45. Is it May yet?