Dear weekend, I'm so glad you're here. Finally, a weekend where my only obligation is String Project and attending a few recitals. I can dig it. Dear Martin Schmidt, I love love love this sweater you thrifted! It look so great on you. I know I'm always on your back about being primal and skipping out on your bagel sandwiches in the morning...but do you want to hear a secret...I may or may not have had a quesadilla at the monkey last night (I'm sorry!). Dear Diamond and Erica, thank you for flooding campus with your witty campaign index cards. Dear gym, I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you, I promise that as soon as I'm done this post, I'll be on my way. Dear Mom and Dad, thank you for always being so supportive and sitting through 4 hours of marching band shows (which I know isn't your favorite) just to watch Mansfield perform for 15 minutes. It means a lot to me and I'm excited to see you next weekend! Dear little bro, as much as you try to make me believe that you hate me and don't miss me at all when I'm away at school, I know by the texts and imessages that there is a small place in your heart for me. Dear Jake Locker's dislocated shoulder, PLEASE GET BETTER ASAP. I NEED YOU BACK ON MY FANTASY TEAM.
that is all.
live your weekend to the fullest,