Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

Sometimes I honestly think the quad's relationship is verging on slightly unhealthy - the quad being Al, Anya, B and I. Today I was walking from the GSU to the beach and I saw Al come around the corner - and I knew it was her even before I realized it was her because my heart skipped a beat when I saw her bright turquoise running shirt. It took all my restraint not to squeak an "eek!" and run up to her. I had to at least PRETEND I wasn't stoked out of my mind to see her when it wasn't planned. Same thing happened this morning when I saw Anya behind me in line at Starbucks, literally got so excited I almost jumped up and down. I think it gets even more intense because I NEVER get to see my girls anymore. Gone are the 3 hour dinners every single night of the week and sitting in each other's rooms for hours on end laughing at our weekends of debauchery...we actually had to grow up this year and we all have resume-building lives - how boring. B is always folding p...

So I'm sitting in the GSU, listening to Tracy Chapman (Duh.) - Nevermind the song just switched now I'm listening to Tom Petty. This song brings me to last summer, driving in my Trailblazer down highway 44 in the fast lane, all the windows down, doing that thing that terrifies my mom when I drive with one knee bent, with my foot up on the seat...I love that feeling. There's something about knowing you're driving 125 feet per second that just can't be described, at least not in any way that gives it justification. Plus my aviator sunglasses look so badass. I think they give me the mindset of a policeman; if I ever got pulled over my allibi would be, "...It's the sunglasses." And, as the policeman would be wearing aviators too, he would understand. Which brings me to a question: do speed limits count for bikes? Multiple times I've questioned this when I'm going down Highland in 37 when the MPH sign CLEARLY says 35. Do speedometers even read bike ...