Oh, happy day!

Three years ago today was the Drama Club's New York trip, which while I expecting to have a good time-- really how can you not have a fun time in NYC, especially when showing a large paper cutout of your little cousin around, haha--I certainly didn't think it was going to turn out to be pretty much the greatest 3 days of my life.



I liked Duane; Duane liked me, but of course, being the little pansies that we were, neither one of us were planning on doing anything about that. I'm not sure what he was thinking, but I was like "ahh, don't date friends, that never goes well!" -ahem- Corey. Anyways, good ol' matchmaker Sarah saved the day. She not only snapped this, my favorite picture of the two of us (not because its an amazingly good picture or anything, just sentimental value) but she pretty much forced us into sitting with each other on the way home, which resulted in my legs thrown over his lap and the greatest, albeit extremely awkward, lol, few hours of the entire trip. Thanks, Sarah!



Of course, I was sitting there thinking, "What are you doing, stupid girl?! You can't go draping yourself over the guy and then be like 'ah, no, I don't like him. Nope, not me,' and hope nothing comes of it but at the same time, gah! I don't want stop!" I really should have seen that coming though... Heh, starting with pouting the entire way back from JETS a month before because Justin needed a ride and got to sit in the front seat and definitely when (girly moment warning!)--and believe me, logically this sounds ridiculous but it really was that great-- on the ride to New York, somewhere on the bumby mountain roads while both of our feet were in the isle, my foot bumped into his and well, I felt "the spark."