Sunday, July 20, 2008

I still hear her laughter

I wish I could talk to her about my college roommates. I wish I could talk to her about anything.

I'm so afraid that if I stop constantly trying to relive our memories, I'm going to forget her. It's been two months, and I feel like I've forgotten so much.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Eighteen

In three hours and forty-four minutes (that is, 3:34am), I will never again be eighteen. Pretty profound-sounding, huh?

I've said this to a few people, but it bares repeating: on one hand, it feels like I've been eighteen for a long time, but on another, I don't feel old enough to be nineteen. Does that make sense?

Since turning eighteen - oh, that disasterous, glorious day - I've been to two states and six countries (California, New Zealand, Australia, Washington, Denmark, Norway and Germany, respectively). A lot of people have died, Grandma's being the one effecting me the most, followed closely by Kelsi's.

There are a lot of things I still haven't done. I've never drunk beer (not that I want to, although it is funny how being nineteen really only marks being able to drink in Canada); I've never successfully driven a stick shift for more than, oh, thirty feet - again, not that I'm in a hurry. I've never had a boyfriend or even been kissed. I guess I should be patient on those ones, too.

This is the first year I really haven't wanted anything for my birthday. And I guess that's a good thing, because it shows how much I already have. :) I have a lot to be grateful for.

For one last time, eighteen,
Andrea

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Laughing

I'd just like to personally thank my awesome friends, Sheila and Kari, who made me laugh so hard tonight, with help from my cell phone and Facebook, respectively. It has been a long time since I laughed so hard. It was so much fun.

Thanks for making my entire day.
Andi