king of my castle.
oh anthropology, how i dislike you. first midterm tomorrow. 35 multiple choice questions. not overly concerned about it. hence why i’m blogging right now.
talked to my darling stinky tonite. i can’t believe it’s been a year since i’ve seen him. where does the time go?? since i’ve seen him, i’ve gone through about 4 hairstyle changes, a new piercing, a new tattoo, and a new life pretty much! it’s insane. sometimes i wish i could go back to first year at windsor (first year at mac at age 24 just isn’t the same haha), yet i’m glad i can’t go back. i wouldn’t trade that year for the world. so many ups and downs, learning about life. my, how things change. that was five and a half years ago. holy crap. seriously, the older you get, the faster time flies by.
i miss stinky. he was always the one who helped me keep my head out of the clouds and one foot firmly planted on the ground. amanda tried, but i have a habit of not listening to her (i love you amanda and have come to value your advice now lol). i wish i could see him on a more regular basis, more than once a year. but that’s the hectic life of adults i suppose (ew, i’m sooo not an adult). he’s one of the few people in my life i hope to always keep in touch with, no matter where life takes us, and lord knows life is taking that boy far.
so many of my memories from first year are filled with him. shopping adventures instead of going to class (that boy was the first person to wear girl jeans - and not in an emo way dammit!), drunken nights at the bar, crazy hairstyles, trying to make me watch the godfather (i lasted 15 minutes before i was snoring on the couch - sorry hun! haha.), stealing my cosmo before i got the chance to read it, taking care of him when he was sick (men are seriously the biggest babies ever when sick!!), late night phone calls to london england just to talk to me, coffee and talks by the river - those were my favourite. he opened my eyes up to the world, after being sheltered in suburbia for 19 years. he never ceases to amaze me.
i hope to get some quality stinky time soon. i miss that so much.
here’s to the boy who eats those motherfuckers up on stage. keep being awesome b. never change for anyone. just be you. those of us privileged to know the real you, the gangsta we know inside, love you to pieces.