Finals week starts tomorrow. Two part Earth Science final M & W. French dialogues M, final W. Anthropology final W. Three classes makes for an easy-breezy week. Then, a vodka tonic. Via Nalgene bottle.
I wouldn't do that though. Reminds me of my ex. We went camping, our first 'date', with his friends. All piled into his F-150, went up to a lake, early fall chill. We made vodka tonics in random cups, like coffee mugs, water bottles. Then went looking for firewood. I'd known him like, a month, but I was on top of him the next morning, sleeping in as the sun warmed our tent. It was so beautiful to be under the dilusion of meeting someone perfect. When he would drop me off at my car after we hung out between and after classes, we'd kiss. Him shoving me into the side of my car, asking me if it'd always be like this, asking me where I wanted to live, us together, when we were grown up making our life together I guess. Then a few months later he decided he didn't want me anymore.
I can't wait til classes are over. Clears up so much time. Then I'll be free to train more, study French more, prep for Whitney. Get my visa squared away. Glorious minutia.
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