The Hits Just Keep on Coming

greetings team! como estas? i know you are all probably significantly less sloppy right now than you were this time a week ago, (what even was a week ago? was that graduation? holy shit.) which is why i think we should all plan a pathetic "drink by yourself party" for later in the week. perhaps we could all drink by ourselves and then go into a personal TS aim chatroom to try to convince each other to go on lonely and drunken adventures (adventures such as....walk to the nearest grocery seller and by deli meat.....or...hunt and kill a deer with your bare hands....or...kidnap a penguin from the zoo... or find something soft outside you want to roll around in...you get the point).

ok. so maybe i will be the only person getting drunk by myself and then giving myself tasks to drunkenly accomplish.... why, you ask? well team, i got an AWESOME email today. [attn puj: that "awesome" was sacastic...there's more sarcasm to come, i thought i'd give you fair warnng] THe email was from someone. maybe someone who works in the college/advising office, maybe just some asshole assigned the task of double checking credits to make sure diplomas go out to people who deserve them. i clearly don't. YES TEAM, THAT'S RIGHT, PENN WANTS TO KEEP ME. why? because the class that my BBB advisor said would count for my pilot curriculum/research req does not, in fact, count for ANYTHING really...and despite the three meetings i had with my college advisor over the course of last year ABOUT making sure all my credits were there...this never came up. UNTIL, of course, a week after graduation. i emailed my fucking bbb advisor (yes, pooj, frickin jennifer heerding, that ho, may need to die) and we're in the process of working this out. awesome, no?

and team, i'm not gonna lie, i am PETRIFIED of living alone. while yes, this will be a good learning experience, i keep on imagining the sun going down and it getting all quiet in my apartment....and it just being me....its kind of freaking me out a lot. especially before the apartment is set up and homey. i am clinging desparately to salah and his family, cause as soon as i'm back in philly without any of you, and without school, and without puppy (whose imagined presence in my future had really kept this fear in check up til now) i really, i mean really, do not no what i'm going to do with myself. i know i'll figure it out eventually, and it'll all be great....but i'm preparing myself for a very very rough couple weeks until i adjust and pick up a hobby...or a drug habit...whichever. it'll be some wierd david thoreau/hunter s. thompson adventure. maybe i'll write a book.

WHY DID YOU ALL HAVE TO GO AWAY?! boo i miss you guys.

in happier news, lebanese food is GREAT. like, really.

i love you all.

xoxo

~dl