
this is how we feel about spending sunday writing papers.

so, we drank a lot of coffee.

and now, we're almost done! hooray!
oh and here is my fave picture of my fake b-day party...

these boys bought me the card I am holding, which on the front says "For the Love of my Life" and had the most atrociously awesome essay about our love inside [the words "merry in your christmas, happy in your birthday, light in your darkness" were used, if that is any indicator]... I was laughing so hard I cried a little. I do have pretty good (and funny) friends. Which is lucky.
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