October 7, 2009


I'm still speechless.

My arm hurts from waving my Homer Hanky, my clothes smell like I sat inside a cockpit for two days (or how I'd imagine your clothes would smell under that circumstance), my throat hurts from yelling at the top of my lungs, I evidently missed a (surprise) mid-term while skipping class and I probably won't be able to fall asleep tonight because my heart rate hasn't dropped to my normal state since I left.

But could you honestly ask for it any other way?

(I'll give you a hint, I'm not the guy on the left or in the middle.)