My jam

So, I meant to write sooner, but things have been hectic. My to-do list keeps growing and growing, and my bank account keeps shrinking, and shrinking.

So anyways, 2 weekends ago I went to Long Island to see Danielle. First of all, I get so excited to see her that I shake. So does she, because when I got there she was frantic...lol. The drive down was nice, besides the rainstorms for the first half. Luckily, on the bridges, where it matters..it was clear. Whenever I see her I feel whole again. We spent two long years attached at the hip, and I wouldn't have spent it any other way. Like the saying goes, "a brunette and a blonde with an inseparable bond."

We have such a special friendship, and distance sucks, but it does not defeat. We did our usual jammin things, like drink on the beach and do dirty madlibs using our own language of words we've picked up along the way. People still ask me what a mannejin is. To tell you the truth, I don't really know, I just know when I'm in the presence of one. And we both discovered you can add "ajin or ejin" to just about anything. Say a van cuts you off on the highway and then goes about 30 miles per hour. You yell "VANNEJIN!" Or when a boy is being a jerk, you say his name (ex. Zak) and add "ejin". You get the picture. We really do live in our own world, but it's nice to escape there sometimes. We had a great day at the beach...despite an entire extended Asian family setting up shop right in front of us and began to silently rub lotion all over eachother. We moved shortly after. I got too burnt, Danielle just got more tan.

That night, we went to a local bar that had a mechanical bull and PBR's for 2 bucks each. This was my kinda place, and Danielle took notice of how happy I was. No, we didn't ride the bull, but watching the old people do it was pretty funny. I knew all the country songs, and Danielle just shook her head...lol. The next morning, same as the previous morning, I awoke to Danielle jumping on me. Except this time, she bounced too high, hit her head on the wall, and my first word of the day was "FAIL" and we both immediately laughed. The rest of the day was spent lounging by the pool and drinking beer out of a huge foam fist/cupholder.

My drive back sucked ASS. It took me 3 hours to get off that damn island. I don't know how those people do it. I didn't get home til midnight, and immediately lapsed into a coma.

It was a great weekend though, and I love and miss her so much. Sometimes a couple of days is all you need to remind yourself of a bond. Although I could probably live with her for the rest of my life and never fight with her OR get bored. She's coming up for my birthday, and I CANT WAIT.