confession time

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I may or may not have peed in the Rieger shower this year when I was angry at our loud furnace.

There is enough candle wax on the wall of my dorm room to create a new candle. It is hidden by the desk we left in there.

Today I went into the Doctor John’s store to buy things for a bachelorette party. And I have no words.

My room would probably look more organized if I let a chicken have a turn at cleaning the place.

I just facebook creeped on a boy, and it wasn’t one of those random “I wonder what they’re up to” creeping. If you know what I mean. But I caught myself and got off. So it doesn’t count as much, right?

This week I wanted to kidnap all my friends’ boyfriends and lock them away so I could have them all to myself, just this week.

I’m not proud of any of these things. But life moves on, I guess.

Today I hugged my best friends as we had our last moment in the dorms together. Way too many memories were made at that place. It was where we met. Where we cried, laughed, watched non-Grace approved movies, drove on the sidewa… (if Rachyl is reading this, I won’t finish so they can’t prosecute us). And it is where we grew. Closer to each other. Closer to our Savior. Maybe there were some bad meals, bad smells, bad fights, and really bad PMS, but we don’t care about those. We just laugh about those now. So we didn’t cry today. We didn’t really reminisce or get all nostalgic or sentimental.

We simply hugged. And laughed.

Because you know what? I’m probably not the first person who will pee in that shower, and there are probably grosser things in there than my urine. And that candle wax is a great addition to the color scheme of that dorm room. And my room will be clean eventually, I find the clutter comforting right now actually. And no one ever said facebook creeping on a boy was wrong, except maybe some homeschooling moms. And though I like to be a brat about them sometimes, I really, really love all my friends’ men. I am so blessed not to have to worry about them being with guys I don’t approve of.

I tried to laugh just now but images from Doctor John’s came into my head first.

Yep, that one’s still pretty bad.

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