seriously, the last one. promise.

it has all sunken in now,
i am no longer a resident of the 404.

this is my last post from the purple counter in alva c.
which, as previously stated, depresses me and makes me want to do abnormal things.
like paint myself white to match the cinder blocks, and glue myself to the walls--no one will notice, right?

so here's to colorless surroundings, a packed fridge, fly traps in the light vents, and purple doors.

  here's to snow hall, and the lessons it taught me... like never water bucket your neighbor's door at 4 a.m. and expect them not to retaliate during bun-lympics.

and of course, here's to these girls who made all of the above more fun.

miss you already. :)