Freshman boys give so much wisdom

It's amazing what you can learn from people when you think you're going to be mentoring them.
Last night, I helped one of my boys answer a twirp response, hung out at the brick house, went to taco bell, got a speeding ticket, and stayed at merritt's until 2AM with four of my boys, one boy from another wing, a crazy girl, and a prospective student (who now says that without a doubt he's coming to NNU... he's going to be so let down when he realizes that NNU isn't really at all like the night he experienced.) We blasted the music and danced outside of ford until the RD came outside... then sped off into the night... Then I had a life talk that was so sincere.

and one of my boys said this question that has haunted me since..

How many people are you sincere with?


How crazy is that... maybe it's not crazy at all, but it bothered me.

I cried... in a freshman dorm... during my senior year... I never even did that my freshman year...

I've messed up hardcore.

I love catching up...

Today was a good day for catching up with old friends... I just called everyone it seems. I called my sister-in-law(the baby is doing well), I called all my fine arts camp counselor friends (well four of them at least), and I called a few old high school friends.It was like having conversations with people that actually know me... I don't feel like that is true at school.
I hate it when people pretend like they know me here. They really have no clue... Even if it's just silly things... like saying that I love being social or something... I hate being social... I hate large groups of people... I hate most people...

The people I talked to today, know that about me.

I went grocery shopping today, all alone, Do you understand how liberating that is?
I have the apartment to myself this weekend. It has never felt more like a home to me.
I spent today cleaning the apartment, and realized that one day, I won't have to pick up my roommates crap and put it away.

Talking to ben (camp counselor friend) I realized that this person that I knew for a whole 4 weeks knows me better than most of my friends at school. How weird is that?

I missed my bestie most of all today... taking one of my guys to Dutch bros and remembering the crazy times we used to have... every convo was a shit show, and we could laugh so hard doing nothing, and of course, talking shit was what we did best. She knew all my secrets, even though I'd never told her, and I knew all hers. We knew what to say and how to call each other out... and what to call each other out on. I miss her a lot today.