I went to a concert with my friends to celebrate our exam results, and we really had a wonderful time. After the show we got to hang out backstage, and the guys invited us to hang out with them later, to which we politely declined.
Nights like these are so much fun, yet they always have a sad undertone to it, since we barely get to hang out like this together, and we'll all be moving to different cities in a matter of months.
Don't you wanna fly so high above the clouds and trees,
Learn a thing from birds and bees ,
See the morning rise over the ocean up ahead?
Dinner from my family's Fourth of July celebration. Steak and veggie kebobs, grilled pineapple, wild rice, baked sourdough bread, and strawberries with my grandmother's famous marshmallow citrus fruit dip. I probably won't be hungry for another twelve hours.
My dad and I went out to the edge of town to watch the fireworks tonight. We thought we would be the only ones there... boy were we wrong. From the minute we pulled up there were cars streaming by, even during the fireworks show. Some idiots kept shooting off their own fireworks, scaring the crap out of me multiple times. Totally worth only getting six hours of sleep.
Happy (end of the) 4th of July, my fellow American girlies!
I have a friend who will start at NYU in the fall, and she told me today that not only has she gotten a place in the writing class taught by Jonathan Safran Foer (god of postmodern literature and my literary idol), but he'll be her advisor for the entire four years. I'm wildly jealous, but this means that, when I intern in New York as a junior in college, she can introduce me to him. I'll probably melt into a puddle of admiration at his feet. This is so exciting.