I've decided to turn this blog into a tool of communication in the most literal way I can manage. From now on, or until further notice, I plan to write each post as if it's just for you. Thus, Letters From Me, To You.
Well, there's not too much going on that I feel able to accurately put into words right now. I've been sitting at my computer for at least half an hour now, and I don't have the gumption to write about anything. Probably out of practice...
I guess I can tell you that I had an awesome, exhausting, and far too short weekend in Deerfield. We went bowling, shopping, costuming, and were able to catch up with a bunch of friends. Oh- by we, I mean Jered and me.
I would give you a blow by blow, moment by moment break down of the weekend's events, but you probably don't care all that much and are more concerned with what we dressed up as. Haha. And you should be. You will be relieved to know that Jered's original plan of being Rasputin, the creepy, disgusting Russian monk, changed. Confusingly enough for me, it was my brilliant idea that he took, but only after Jeremy said it was a good one.
So, check it out: Jim Morrison and Amy Winehouse... or two members of the 27 club...
Yep. Pretty much, we were spot on. =)
Well, that's about it. Hope you are doing well. Maybe next time, I'll have a little more to talk about.
Talk to you later.
Aim
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