"and it's 1:45, and I'm feeling alive..."

i love sunday nights. last night at dinner, kate and i decided that after going to see a film on campus we were going to bake a pound cake. and bake we did. we are officially the coolest people in the world. who else starts baking a cake at 9pm on a whim? shortly after we began baking, mr. sparky evergreen showed up at the apartment and immediately began creating ridiculous phrases with our letter magnets. the kid sat there in front of the fridge for close to an hour. that is dedication, my friends. or possibly insanity. of course, while he was doing this, kate and i were lying on the floor giggling. so i guess we're just as crazy as he is.

when we were finally able to tear ryan away from the refrigerator, we watched a couple episodes of six feet under and devoured the delicious pound cake- which, by the way, was topped with cherry pie filling, chocolate syrup and cool whip... well, at least mine and kate's were... ryan's was plain. how boring.

at one point, while ryan was working on his sentences, kate was cleaning up, the cake was baking, and the trainspotting soundtrack was playing in the background, i was lying on the floor thinking to myself how great my life is. at that moment, i was exceedingly happy and content. i couldn't have possibly asked for better friends. i can't express how blessed i am to have those two in my life. they've become my family, and i honestly don't know what i'd do without them. i feel home when i'm with them, and that my friends, is a wonderful feeling.