So I went to two parties today. Two of my friends are leaving for three months. One is going to the Philippines to see her mom's side of the family - she's never been on a plane let alone been near an airport. The other is going to Tanzania for an intership through her university. So I went to both and they were super amazing. The first party was at the beaches with the friend that's leaving for Tanzania, and we all drank and played volleyball and ate homemade chocolate chip cookies. So beautiful. Afterward I went to my other friends party and at the end of the night a lot of people were drunk and the ones that hadn't gone home yet played spin the bottle. I ended up kissing this guy thrice, and he's totally my type. I would post a picture, but that's just kind of weird and too soon. So maybe I'll wait. But yeah, I thought I would let you know that that made my day. Along with spending as much of my time as possible with my departing friends.
If anyone has me on Facebook, you can see the photos, and the guy in the red shirt is the one I kissed. Wow. I sound like a fucking 8-year-old.