if there's a place called home i havent seen it yet

so i get home after a morning lecture that half the class shows up to...see previous post, but you'll have to turn it up loud to hear...i handed in my Issues paper a day early cause why not, finished all my econ, played the Theme Song Game over lunch with other Policy folks, went to give'r at the last regular season intramural soccer game that we were all psyched for...aaaaaand we lost 6-1. we totally did not have it together AT ALL because we're hard working grad students who put so much time and effort into our work that it makes us play worse. truth. for serious.
anyway, i got home and there was mail stuck in my door and i went "IS IT???" and i looked and i went "IT IS!!!"
dear raymi,
you are a rockstar and mail from rockstars is totally cool and not even the people in the lab today who were snickering about people meeting people from the internets could argue that.
i am keeping it on the shelf where i keep all my concert tickets and set lists and erstwhile things that i feel should be displayed so when people ask about them i can go "oh THAAAAT old thing? well, lemme tell youuuuuu, what a story that is!"

since i handed my paper in early i've got some breathing room project wise. my plan is to finish my Political Analysis paper over the weekend, rock out some touch ups on methods tonight before Scrubs, leaving the next two weeks free for the methods term paper and studying econ.
and, you know, a christmas party and a Grady show and going to have Gordie Johnson sign my guitar because it's totally the right thing to do. i need to find an oil based marker cause i dont want this to rub off. ever. because years from now i will be rocking out and people will be like, what's that? and i'll be all "oh thaaaaat old thing? well, lemme tell youuuuuu, what a story that is!"

if there's a place called home i havent seen it yet