Feeling: silly
Listening to: Grease Sdtrk: Summer Nights
Reading/Watching: way too damn much.

Day 1 down. Four more finals to go.

I don't want to be depressing all the time right now, even though I'm very boring in real life, constantly studying or sleeping like some kind of scholar or something... when we all know the truth about college. :o�

Last night Bri and I did our typical Pre-Finals Decompression, meaning we went somewhere fun for several hours when we should have been studying, all in the name of preserving sanity. Fall of freshman year she talked Jules & I into going to the mall four hours before our evening philosophy final. We went for three hours, came back and crammed together, and still all got As.

Spring semester she, Stephanie and I wanted to see a movie, so called a cab and wound up cruising around for well over an hour, trying to find a Blockbuster that wasn't trapped behind rain-flooded roads before we finally rented three movies and stayed up all night watching them. I remember finishing Miss Congeniality, eating some breakfast, and running off to my 9 a.m. Aural Skills final.

Fall sophomore year I don't remember as well... I believe we had some awkwardness at Christmas time, and weren't hanging out as much. Spring, she took Jae, Zuzu and me out to her house to ride her horse all day Sunday before finals Monday.

Last night we had dinner at MacGrill (my restaurant!! eee), flirted heartlessly with the way-overexcited waiter, and then saw Analyze That. Coming out of the movie, she realized she'd forgotten her keys, and we ran to the car. There they were, dangling cutely from her ignition as they had been for two hours. She called her mom collect from a payphone (yes, her cel was in the purse in the car. She'd taken out her ticket and left the rest behind, typical Bri), and we waited forty-five minutes in the cold drizzle for her mother to drive up with a spare key.

May the tradition live long and prosper. It's far too much fun to give up now. But hopefully we won't have to

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