nostalgia.

I am sitting in my room listening to the neighbors fight. Do you remember when I lived on Guilden Street? My neighbors always fought there, too. Must be a New Brunswick thing. Guilden Street was insane, but it was fun, too. I remember when Ian would come over and we would sit in my room and watch TV through my neighbor's window. We'd have to make up the voices on our own. It was always so much better than actually watching TV. I have been so nostalgic lately. I guess I have to be because I've not actually left the house much lately. I go to class and screenings and I went to the bar on Valentine's Day, but I haven't seen all those kids we hung out with (okay, AJ) in weeks and weeks, so I've been getting by just remembering. As soon as I see everyone I will tell stories about the good old days hanging out with you. Put my (terminal) nostalgia to use. I will talk about that night we decided my shoes looked like alligators and doing tequila shots with your mom and when just hanging out was a bit more interesting because you were around.

Anyways, my windows are thin and the heat here never works and it is a particularly cold night in New Brunswick, so I am an icicle. I am going to get under the covers before I freeze to death.

Night!
Lauren