dear lin rui,
despite the fact that i am beyond excited for you to come to martha’s vineyard for the weekend—and giving up your opportunity to be in washington, d.c. for the fourth—i’m a bit livid (oh ten) with you because you never answer my phone calls, text messages, or facebook chats. i don’t even like facebook chat. I JUST WANT TO KNOW YOUR LIFE.
patiently awaiting your response,
brittney nicole winters
- baseball field for game night
- game night turned into a kickball game with “granola crunchers”—aka hippies
- back door donuts
i’d call that a winner.
- really small
- an all girls’ school
- in oakland
- a liberal arts school
- FUCK YOU IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS IT’S A GOOD SCHOOL
we are going to try to wake up at eight, bike to ice house, swim, bike back to the house, and have willoughby ready to be at work by 10:45.
aiming high? NO WAY, NOT US.
i want to be a dog with my head out the car window.
it’s not light out because it’s daytime, it’s light out because you’re in alaska and right now it’s almost always sunny outside. the birds don’t know that it’s nighttime so they’re still chirping because they’re kindof stupid. so go to sleep because you definitely can’t function right now.
i told myself all of that this morning when willoughby and i got back to her house around eight. it worked. i slept until eleven.
martha’s vineyard alaska oh ten.
but i’m almost positive i’m the prettier twin when it comes to me and casillas.
i realized last night, as i was falling asleep on the couch in kim’s living room, that the last words before anyone goes to sleep at a sleepover are usually weird. in this case, i believe it was gail:
gail: haha, p-e-r-r-e-l-l.
and that was that. no words were spoken until we all woke up bright and early at eight this morning.
but that’s usually what happens at sleepovers, as far as i’m concerned. and it’s often much, much weirder. like, i realize the conversation has to end somewhere, and there’s pretty much a mutual understanding that the last word is the last word when it is spoken that everyone is going to sleep. but no one just says “goodnight” at a sleepover because no one acknowledges the fact that any sleep is going to happen—aside from the “i’m tired, i’m going to sleep” comment before the pre-sleep conversations begin.
but in all my experience with sleepovers and slumber parties, this is 300% normal.
existentialism oh ten.