My friend Emily came over. The whole weekend we walked around town. The freedom is addicting. We went to Starbucks, and Emily talked to a stranger about the Russian revolution. I stayed my distance, as strange 30 year old men talking to 16 year olds creep me out. That same night, we stopped by Mark's. Seconds after ringing the doorbell we got invited to dinner. The day before, I went to a relative's party. My cousins look completely different. (Haha, Dylan). Without talking to them for two years, I was surprised to find myself in constant converstation.
This has been a wonderfullly surreal first weekend of my junior year.
Now I crave the social life.
Work it girl.