Okay, what do you get when you have an Asian orgy, fibrous breast and Russian dressing? ... ... You got it, a day out with Kevin and Nelle (can that equation also work with the underground after party with the prez candidates? Think on that one. Woot algebra) Anyways today we had some serious exams that may just affect the rest of our lives but what ever. After said exams Kevin, Nelle and myself frolicked around the city. When I say frolic I mean we went to Alan's for salads and sandwiches. Nelle, is amazing and is rumored to have a very nice kitchen. Kevin is essentially hot sex in a can... or dumpling should I say? (That is not racist. Dumplings are delicious.)
The three of us sat in the profound way in which we typically do contemplating the deep abyss that is our souls. And we got on the topic of the future. We discussed where we would be ten years from now, (fingers crossed for lonely waitress snorting cocaine lines in L.A.) and what it would all be like then. When you're a kid, teen, awkward, thinking about the future is ridiculously fun. It comes with a sort of hope. Like moving across the country or shaving your head the future is bold and fresh. We talked about the jobs we wanted, the kids we wanted the type spouse we desired. And as we sat in our little high school bubble I realized nearly everything is easier said then done (nearly everything: supercalafragilisticispiealadocious?) I mean the future, any way we frame it, is going to be different and it’s gonna be scary as hell. And maybe it will be good different and maybe bad. But for the first time in my entire life I've never wished more then now to never grow up and to never leave the Fordham Garden with Nelle and Kevin where we would always remain awkwardly awesome teenagers who only have to worry about the extra credit on the Science Midterm.
P.S. American idol = totally sketchy and amazing. Thus I combine the subjects of this post in the Photoshop above.
For Kevin and Nelle... I love you guys
: )
Origional photo credit: Americanidol.com
1 comment:
Love you Nina, but I regret to inform you that you've spelt a word wrong, it's: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Yes, I am a complete LOSER. I'm surprised you felt the need to ask :P :D Anywhichway, I love your blog, did I mention that? Lol. I think you've got a great writing style that makes me happy to read it . . . which is something mine totally lacks. Reading the way other people write in their blogs makes mine feel horribly inadequate.
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