Traditions

I've had this blog for a couple months now, and finally I'm writing in it.  There's just something about the first post that was holding me back.  I guess I wanted it to be extra special or something.  And then it became this thing that I just kept putting off.  Wow, that's so like me.  Putting stuff off.  hahaha I also haven't decided yet if I'm going to write with caps or not.  I don't usually like to when I don't have to.  Pushing that shift key hurts my pinky.  Anyway, reading my best friends' blogs has been amazing as well.  A part of me (teeny part) can't wait till we all separate so that we can read about our adventures. 

I've had some thoughts about OU and I wrote them out for what was in my mind a potential column for the paper, but I never got around to finishing it. Here goes:

I think I'm going to miss a lot about this place.  The crazy football fans, the tulips & mums, and the bells ringing "Boomer Sooner" & "Oklahoma."  But there is a lot that I won't miss.  The insufferable wind, the busy work (yes! it still exists my senior year of college), the sorority clones with their ridiculous side bows, uggs and date party t-shirts.  But who knows, maybe in time I'll miss them too.  Although, that's really not likely.  I'll miss weeks when classes are slow and there's nothing to do but sit around with friends.  I won't miss the parking hell or the droning teachers, but I'll miss driving around for fun and those few professors who you feel actually deserved your money.  I'll miss being dependent on my parents, but I won't miss their rules.  I'll miss my best friends most of all, but I know we'll find each other again.  And again, and again and again.

Well, past my tiny column, I had the greatest weekend with the greatest friends.  All starting Thursday with our destruction, then grad Friday and Saturday.  Followed by the amazing party bus.  Which, as you all have of course heard by now, we had a loooot of fun on.  I also had a sort of epiphany there as well.  But that's a story for another day.

I guess I'm terrified of the future.  I'm scared that I'll never be surrounded by people like the party squad who are so much like me.  Of course we're all incredibly different, but we have essentially the same heart, and I'm afraid that I won't strike gold twice.  I love that these people, who are and will always be my OU family, are so much like me.  As an example: some of us were on the party bus, and we were dancing like crazy at the back of the bus (of course), but when I looked up at the rest of the bus, they were all sitting, well some were vomming, and being boring.  I want to be with people who aren't afraid to have fun and aren't afraid to be crazy.  I want to be with people who don't care what other people think.  I want to be with people who wear cowboy and indian vests to clubs, who make a game out of taking other people's trash, who get yelled out for being too loud at restaurants, who creep on each other to a level that might freak other people out.  These are the kinds of people I love. And I'm gonna try hard to stay friends forever.  This blog is step one.

I've also decided that I'm going to end every post with a favorite quote and a picture.  Because I like those things on other people's blogs, and I like traditions.  So this is my tradition.  Feel free to steal it.

“We’re all a little weird, and when we find those people whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and call them our best friends.” - Boy Meets World