21:51 - 2005-06-14
Yes, It Is Bread We Fight For -- But We Fight For Roses, Too
Oh Froshies, how do we love thee, even if you didn't sing to us.
I'm moved in and got through Parade Night without even feeling particularly weepy. Having a new class with red lanterns was just ... strange. It made me wonder about all of last year's seniors and made me really think about losing this year's seniors.
And let me say, not having Anastasia as my HA ... weird. Really weird.
Not being in Merion is weird. Not having Phoebe and Elizabeth and Mommy all upstairs leaves me feeling strangely lonely and unprotected.
Then again, dousing froshlings with condom balloons was wicked.
It's good to be home, but I miss home, too.
