oh hello college life, how you passed by so swiftly

why i love you dear friends
because we sit in a circle, smoking or drinking or neither of those things, and just talk about things. things that matter, things that don't. we point at the world map, and talk about imperial powers drawing arbitrary lines. or sometimes we just stare at the map, and make things out of these arbitrary lines. we talk about the death of conservatism, and the bleak future of the republican party. or we just talk about how ridiculously short mc cain's arms are. we talk about the health care reform bill in detail. or we just laugh at the tea-partiers' attempt at spelling SOCIALISM. we talk about how kyrgyzstan's coup was led by a woman. or sometimes we struggle to spell the nation's name. and you guys talk about the different kinds of beer, and made me understand that bud light is shit,and how drinking good beer is better than drinking wine. then we talk about nationalism, and linguistics and music, and movies. and whales. moby dick. penis envy. the green revolution. the french. etc. etc. etc. and we debate, and argue, and make fun of each other. and this goes on for hours' end. and this is the way we party, sitting around in a circle, smoking or drinking or neither of those things and just talk about things.

why i love you dear lover
because we sit in bed, talking about things, kissing, reading in all the languages we know. and we argue and we debate. and i scream sometimes because you never want to lose. and you teach me about the indigenous people in Papua New Guinea or austronesian languages or the way the French political system work. and sometimes we speak in english, sometimes in french. sometimes i tell you to just say things in spanish because you always insist on your Spain accent. or i will read catalan poetry, and you would read to me your stories in Arabic, and translate them. and because we sit in bed, reading Borges together, being perpetually amazed by his stories. or you would read your fantasy novels, and i would read my realist novels, and we make fun of each other, and we argue about who has the better taste in books. and we plan our lives, we look up to the ceiling, and point to imaginary maps of places we would like to go, and we just plan our lives. sometimes, you fall asleep first, but you never wake up before me. and this is the way we love, sitting in bed, talking about things, kissing, reading in all the languages we know.

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and these are the people around me who had made my life here so wonderful. and i am nearing the end of my college career, and i really can't help but be so fucking nostalgic.

because guess what I still hate going to clubs, and i still hate huge house parties. SO FUCK YEAH FRIENDS FOR BEING AWESOME.

I also love you, my dear friends and lover because of the adventures that we took together. exploring the arb. going on a long-ass road trip. learning new things. and failing at new things. eating new things. experimenting with my attempts of making tea and different kinds of pie. or just doing something completely random (impromptu picnics and art jams).

and again, fuck yeah friends for being totally awesome and for being there for my tea parties!

love,
me