12.14.17 | a semester of memories
do you remember bleaching the countertops after shittily dyeing your extensions blue and purple?
do you remember when I chugged coconut rum recklessly and vomited stomach acid six times the next morning?
do you remember that week when we had a drink in our hands every day? except Thursday, we took a break on Thursday.
do you remember when we spent a weekend hibernating in their dorm and declared ourselves officially attached at the hip? we got wasted Friday night, realized we were all sick Saturday morning, and showered at the same time, three stalls in a row.
do you remember when you asked me if I was home? it took me a second to realize you were talking about here and you urged me to rush back because drinks were being passed around in celebration.
do you remember the night we fell asleep on your roommate's white area rug? she begged us to not throw up on it and we didn't, instead, we lazily laid there with my legs between yours and my head on your chest.
do you remember when you stole the wet floor signs from the bathroom and set them down right next to the busted bag of stolen ice dripping on the carpet? that was the weekend of hibernation, when she was gone, and I had no authority over you two.
do you remember the two trips to the dining hall in pursuit of more Sprite for mixed drinks? you said it dulls the taste and god, you were right.
do you remember "group trips" to the bathroom after breaking the seal?
do you remember dragging mattresses to another dorm for a giant sleepover even though we all live right next door?
do you remember dancing to songs we've heard way too many times? I swore I'd never listen to this music but now I enjoy them more than most songs I listen to.
do you remember the nights you completely blacked out? me neither.
do you remember the drunken deep talks that I only remember fragments of, here and there?
do you remember the night from hell and how that somehow brought us all closer together? I remember coming into your room in the morning and we all just hugged because we made it through a night that was disastrous.
do you remember how amazing this friendship turned out to be? I hope I never forget.
you don't remember the nights you got plenty of sleep-- you remember the memories that happened only because you didn't sleep at all.
do you remember when I chugged coconut rum recklessly and vomited stomach acid six times the next morning?
do you remember that week when we had a drink in our hands every day? except Thursday, we took a break on Thursday.
do you remember when we spent a weekend hibernating in their dorm and declared ourselves officially attached at the hip? we got wasted Friday night, realized we were all sick Saturday morning, and showered at the same time, three stalls in a row.
do you remember when you asked me if I was home? it took me a second to realize you were talking about here and you urged me to rush back because drinks were being passed around in celebration.
do you remember the night we fell asleep on your roommate's white area rug? she begged us to not throw up on it and we didn't, instead, we lazily laid there with my legs between yours and my head on your chest.
do you remember when you stole the wet floor signs from the bathroom and set them down right next to the busted bag of stolen ice dripping on the carpet? that was the weekend of hibernation, when she was gone, and I had no authority over you two.
do you remember the two trips to the dining hall in pursuit of more Sprite for mixed drinks? you said it dulls the taste and god, you were right.
do you remember "group trips" to the bathroom after breaking the seal?
do you remember dragging mattresses to another dorm for a giant sleepover even though we all live right next door?
do you remember dancing to songs we've heard way too many times? I swore I'd never listen to this music but now I enjoy them more than most songs I listen to.
do you remember the nights you completely blacked out? me neither.
do you remember the drunken deep talks that I only remember fragments of, here and there?
do you remember the night from hell and how that somehow brought us all closer together? I remember coming into your room in the morning and we all just hugged because we made it through a night that was disastrous.
do you remember how amazing this friendship turned out to be? I hope I never forget.
you don't remember the nights you got plenty of sleep-- you remember the memories that happened only because you didn't sleep at all.
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