So.... I've learned a lot this summer and since I'm a nice person, I thought I should share some of my new-found knowledge with you.
First of all there aren't a lot of places to eat here in Southeast Missouri, but Abigail told me that "QuizmO's and Paneria" are both really great places. I find this particularly enlightening because I've always pronounced them as Quizno's and Panera, but what do I know?
I've learned a lot about pandas this summer. Lydia has let's see....one, two, three, four... like a hundred stuffed pandas. I'm not kidding she has more pandas than I have...trains of thought. We've been to the Memphis Zoo this summer, because they're apparantly the only zoo around that has REAL life pandas.
Tabitha has educated me on everything Barbie. I've seen two Barbie movies since I arrived here. That's two more than I've seen in my whole life. I've learned the difference between Barbie and Kelly and Skipper, and regardless of what they look like all boy "barbies" are named Ken.
Oh....the many wasted hours playing Lego Rock Band. Matthew and I are bomb at it. Lemme just tell you. Also, he's such a little rockstar. That song "So What?!" by P!nk, he knows all the words now... He sings, I play the drums. We win everytime.
We took a roadtrip to Chicago. That was a long drive....
I used to think I just wasn't good at roadtrips. Now I know that I'm just horrible at them.
Six hours was way too long. "Are we there yet??!" Not a funny joke to me anymore.
I'm loving my summer, but I miss my roommate.
I wake up every morning and drag through my day missing my liddle Jellybean.
No matter how lovely my day is, no matter how many giggles... None of it can ever measure up to how wonderful it would be for my roommate to be here. With me.
Love, sun and giggles
Danielle
This summer.
ReplyDeleteI have learned that your heart keeps feeling even when sometimes you want it stop.
Sometimes missing someone is the sting that keeps your heart from going numb.
I have learned that having a job and working 40 hours a week isn't what life is all about. And contrary to popular opinion, money doesn't make you feel better. Or look better. In fact usually it takes a lot more than that. Like happiness.
I have learned letters are better than emails. Text messages. And phone calls.
I have learned that just having someone at the other end of the line-even asleep-makes the nightmares seem less bad.
And I have learned that once a roommate, always a roommate--no exceptions, replacements, ifs ands buts or sort ofs. No matter what anyone says.
And that's that.