it's time for the weekend. which means all i want to do is sleep, but i can't. all i want to do is stay up thinking and dreaming and creating. we have two weeks left in this bubble we love to hate. two weeks to make magic.
i'll have time to sleep eventually. after all, i own all this make up for something.
so while we doctor the sleepiness that follows us everywhere, let's give this 48 hours everything we've got. i want to dress up and go downtown. i want to cook that dinner no one thinks i can actually do. let's run about and play the radio too loud singing along to every love song because we secretly dream of the best summer fling our hearts desire. i want to laugh until we cry and spin in circles until we're dizzy. let's eat good food and ask the right questions. let's figure it out but leave ourselves too confused. let's, for some moments, forget the to do lists and the future--the imminent grad schools and moving back home. let's look into the eyes of the boys we're crazy about, grab their hands, and take them off to the dance floor.
this is the time we will remember. these are the moments. it's not the when or the where it's the who. who we are with, the pictures, the smells, those are memories...
in two days we'll come back to work. and that is predictable. so for now, let's be young and alive and crazy.
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Huzzah!
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