all of my flatmates, including myself, have come down with something this weekend.
a combination of congestion, sneezing, coughing, and just plain crumby-feeling.
so tonight, instead of having pity on ourselves, we made the most of our collective illness.
we shared a jar of vanilla frosting using our fingers as spoons :)
Two of them are leaving to go back to America in only 6 days, and we can't stop talking about how weird it will be on both ends: to go home to a completely different life or to stay in the new one minus the ones that helped form it. To think that we have all come from completely (let me emphasize completely!) different parts of the world, yet all of our lives somehow crossed for just a few short months. And after the term is over, we continue on in our separate ways, probably never to see each other again...as emo as that sounds, it's true :) We may never cross paths again (and some I wouldn't care to!), but for awhile there, we were vital to each other's survival.
I'm not sure why, but this has been fascinating me lately.
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I'm still trying to recover from the image in my head of all you sicky girls with your icky fingers in the frosting - over and over and over. GAG!!!!! (sorry, it's the nurse in me)
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