Dear friend,
Remember that one time when you came over and you asked me what I was doing with my summer, and you had a major facepalm moment when I told you I was filling my time with watching TV? Well, lucky for everybody involved it was a lie. Unfortunately for you, I just didn't wanna tell you what I was really up to with the 8 hours of my day that didn't involve going crazy with my roommates et al.
I'm writing a book, y'see. But I decided not to tell you cos you already "lost respect" for me wanting to be an English major (which I guess went back up when I told you being an editor was my plan :P). Why would I tell you that? I mean... even after I told you TV (which has ONLY consisted of my catching up of Dr Who, by the way...) you gave me this lecture on how to find a job and whatnot on campus. Totally unneeded, but I appreciate the sentiment. I can only imagine what you would've done for my book, had I told you.
Ease up on the judgement bar, there. I think you're amazing with all your whistles and bells, but I know you well enough by now. Just trying to protect myself. :)
And maybe someday I'll tell you, maybe someday I won't. But this is where that stands, and I hope you won't always think of me as a lazy slob, even though I get away with it too often than I like to admit :D
♥
