Oh, Rachel. Thank you for mentioning Kevin Costner. If it wasn't for some people watching his movies sometimes and commenting on his tan, I would never even think about the man. And that's not fun for anyone.
I'm going back to Evanston in like, an hour. Break was fun and I don't really want to go back. The mixture of impending terrible living situation plus organizing film prom (whoever thought that would be hard?) plus having to kind-of-cook again will suck.
But I am looking forward to beating up Pat for the following reasons:
1. Not returning the Netflix (although this was a mixture of faults. Really, I blame the US Postal Service for not coming to the house and picking them up personally.)
2. Not signing up for Bazungas and Fandolas yet.
3. Being a dummy.
So Rachel, you will only be missing seeing Pat's bloody face. I will send you a picture.
My parents have asked continually whether or not you're okay. Make sure you write on their facebook walls to let them know when you've found an apartment. Since they do actually love you more than me.
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