Hey gang.
Put all of your preconceived notions from sophomore year
behind. This is junior year. We moved from the unfortunate circumstances in
2300 into a Purple Palace. We traded in our small dog for Geny Kate. New year,
new rules.
Each house member has come back to Blass2000 fresh &
more fulfilled from the summer. Erin spent her summer days with walkie-talkies
and Taki chips as a dream camp counselor at Camp Ozark and Crooked Creek Ranch.
Virginia ventured through the United States’ majesties and the plains to serve
Sacred Road in Yakama, Washington. (If you know nothing else about Virginia,
you may know that she has a heart of gold & is constantly venturing to love
sweet children across the globe). Cat was tearing it up in Huntsville, Alabama
– scanning papers and taking names at the local professional agency. [One day I
told Cat I felt like Pam, from The Office, and she told me she felt like
Toby]. Meanwhile, I was in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, partying it up with the
greatest junior and senior high students imaginable at First Presbyterian
Church.
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| Gael |
The girls are back, and in full force. I’ve taken home to
the only downstairs bedroom, also known as the isolation cabin. One day Erin
asked, “Have you even been upstairs?” Which by the way, I HAVE, because
yesterday I came into Cat’s room only to find a red beta fish hanging from the
ceiling, named Gael after her beloved actor, Gael Garcia Bernal (
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0305558/?ref_=nv_sr_1).
We are going to celebrate by watching
Finding
Nemo ("fish are friends, not food).
Tomorrow night is our very first Table of Contents meeting. Until then, lower-west siders.
xoxo
lonelypandagirl
