I wanted it
why am i friends with her?
...melting
"fucking whore"
takes the most flattering photos of me
trying to get an angle where the harsh sunlight didn't blow everything out
it looked like a panda
Gianna. Did you know that is the female italian counterpart to the name "Giovanni"? I didn't either, until about 10 seconds ago. I've known this girl forever, though I suppose she's a woman now? Ew. We've grown up. When we were little youngins, we kinda jokingly made a pact: in our future lives, she would be some hoity toity money monger working on Wall Street and i'd be some fancy schmancy doctor in pursuit of health care reform, and we'd both be having lunch once a month at some pretentious cafe in NYC. Well, she's interning now at Goldman and i'm applying to medical school in the north east. It's silly to think that this dream would come true. At least, that is what the pessimist part of me would say. The realist would say, "Well, you've taken steps in the right direction, but the probability of it actually occurring is low though not impossible". And the optimist part that has recently consumed most of my body these past few months is screaming, at the top of its lungs, "WHAT IF....!?" I want to believe that all my dreams will come true if I keep working hard. With a bit of hope and a dash of magical moral support, perhaps the gag-worthy ramblings of this post might come to fruition. In the meantime, let's keep taking the photos, Kevin. Here are some from Red Bank this afternoon. It sure was fantastic seeing her again, but our reunion came and went. Gianna is off to Europe tomorrow morning; i'm hoping for safe travels and a big memory card full of photos to show me. I especially want to see the photos from Germany....
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