sicb love

It looks like we all love eachother in our department. And I suppose that we do, to an extent. I liked the way we danced on the rotating floor and the boy with the hat and all the room we had to move. I like the way he danced without flipping off any nearby movers and how we all moved so hard we were sweating like mad. I like how the stranger on the street yelled at me for some sport-related thing and I told him I could give two shits and he didn't understand. I like the way the clubs at downtown disney in orlando are way cooler than any club I have been to in orange county. I did not like the way the blood spurt our of the noses of the losers of the five fights I saw in a matter of minutes but I do like how it happened at disney. I like the way we said, "who would buy a picture of themselves taken outside of planet hollywood" and then after refusing the chap we ended up chasing him down and forking over the money for a 5x7, 2 wallets and 2 keychains of not so flattering pictures of ourselves outside the restaurant. I like the way I made them eat at a gas station and when I ordered the veggie max with no cheese sandwich they looked at me like I was crazy and 7 minutes later handed me a large veggie pizza with no cheese. I like how she offerred to hold my pizza so I could eat while we walked and how she dropped the entire thing on the ground. I tried not to look too sad as her guilty face scooped it back into the box. I like how when I decided I would eat another slice despite the fact it was on the ground it was gone because they ate it all. I like how everyone liked my pizza better than the the normal cheesy pizza. I like how we kept having the same skinny conversation, like, three times a day and no one pinched me. I like how we were nice to let 4 boys stay in our room but hated every second of it. I like how they thought that it would be polite to plop their piggy asses on the bed like they owned the place and sleep in ours beds all day long. I like how they would only wake up the second we tried to turn the television to something besides sports and how they would yell at us to put it back. I like how our giggling over nothing kept waking them up and that he snored like a cartoon character. I like how he thinks girls only think about interior decorating and how he wonders what girls look for in a guy. Question is, what does he look for in a girl? I am grateful I have my Rio because I do not like other boys very much. I like the way I could tell that she was just as annoyed as I was and how we both just longed for some time to ourselves. I do like them, I do. I just like them not in my room. I like the way she got drunk the night before her talk because she did not want to miss anything. I like how I have said nothing about science even though that was the whole motivation for showing up in the first place.

More importantly I like how I am home to familiar sheets and familiar smells and away from airplane seats and airports and a diet consisting exclusively of pasta and french fries. I am back with the Lily and back to stress about work and meetings and my future and all of those things I love to stress about. I do miss laughing myself to sleep every night and dancing on the spinning floor.