its 9:14 on friday morning.
last night we went to bed around 3:00 staying up to talk to our friends, most of them gay.
they thought it would be fun to all tell their "coming out" stories.
then we had a little dance party in the room, which was fun i suppose :)

ANYWAY THIS IS NOT WHAT THIS POST IS ABOUT!

see what i do when it is much too early to talk? i don't know how to type nor do i know what to say, NOR do i know how to type. this is taking me literally 38490 years to write right now. i keep forgetting spaces in-between all my words...wow.

anyway.
i wanted to talk about this whole bed situation, through a letter to my real bed at home.

Dear Bed,
We have been through a lot over the years, getting sick, staying up crying all night over boys, making you, long peaceful naps...the ups and the downs. Thank you for all your support, and springy-ness, especially when i was younger and would jump on you. But honestly bed, i don't miss you as much as i thought i would. I know, thats not the nicest thing to say, but i had to. You deserve to know the truth! this bed I'm sitting on right now at OSU is just as comfy as you. This bed almost reminds me of you. i set up my blankets so there are many, just like when I'm on you. There is a fan blowing at me, so i my face is cold yet my legs are still warm, just like when I'm home. There are two differences though between you two beds, the sheets and length. My mom thought it'd be a good idea to get jersey sheets. HA. not so much. They are somewhat comfortable, but i prefer my normal cottony ones much more. and now, the length. No offense bed, but when i would snuggle down in my bed, and sleep on my arm a foot away from the head board, more often than not, my feet would touch the end. I'm not saying its cause i'm too tall, cause I'm not. It's cause i would sprall out too much. but not in here. my feet almost NEVER touch the base board.
Please  don't be sad. I'll be home soon!
Much love,
Veronica