a handkerchief sandwich

DYING.

I can’t even. Professor Bloom, I have never been happier to have opted out of your journalism classes while in college. This largely offensive and disasteful article is filled with little more than tired cliches, gross generalizations and feeble imagery. I hope Bloom takes the time to read the comments section, because (most, though not all) people make some excellent, and painfully obvious, points on things he happened to have “missed” while living in Iowa City.

I’m legitamitely raging right now.

The amount of time I spent dropping off my work and picking up assignments at the Dey House never ceases to amaze me. I loved that building and what I felt every time I walked into it.

fuckyeahunitedstates: University of Iowa

Come August I am going to see Max for the first time in three years. THREE YEARS. It is really exciting/wonderful/nerve-wracking/etc, as he was easily the most important person in my collegiate life— especially freshman year but also the later three. 

EDIT: Wow, we legit look fifteen years old in this photo, even though we were 18. I think this was our first picture together? It was the least cheesy out of all of the ones on facebook and I didn’t feel like scanning anything, so this will have to do.

Flashback to Winter 06. I wish Winter 09 would go down in similar fashion, but it won’t.

Max, Sarah Mannix and I riding the Iowa cambus downtown on Halloween 2004. This night was absolutely ridiculous. It was the night Max and I officially called any sort of relationship we had off, along with Sarah getting so blacked out drunk that she was throwing up everywhere and passed out in the yard of some house party where I drunkenly stole her a coat because she was cold.* Anyway, it’s weird to think that at one point these were the two most important people in my life, and that if I wasn’t with one, I was with the other. Sarah and I haven’t spoken in years, which is both heartbreaking but expected, as she is not even remotely close to the person she once was. Max and I only speak once in while, but he’s still one of the most important people in my life, if that makes any sense.

*Not my finest moment, but they were being dicks to her anyway.

Red dot or feather? In honor of Halloween being a few days away, here’s Stephanie and I on Halloween 2005.*

*Yes, 2005. The date was wrong on the camera.

East Lansing, MI (Sports Network) - Ricky Stanzi threw a seven-yard touchdown pass to Marvin McNutt as time expired, saving seventh-ranked Iowa’s perfect season with a 15-13 win over Michigan State at Spartan Stadium.

After Michigan State scored a touchdown with 1:37 remaining to go ahead, 13-9, the Hawkeyes (8-0, 4-0 Big Ten) fought back.

THE HAWKEYES JUST WON IN THE LAST FUCKING TWO SECONDS OF THE GAME.
THE LAST TWO SECONDS.
TWO SECONDS.

We are 8 and 0 which means WE ARE NUMBER ONE IN THE COUNTRY. NUMBER ONE. I am freaking out. I was almost crying when Michigan State scored with less than two minutes left and there appeared to be no hope.

DO YOU SMELL ROSES. BECAUSE I SMELL SOME FUCKING ROSES. Seriously, the Rose Bowl is ours to lose. Please, please, PLEASE let the Hawkeyes make it to (and win, obviously) the Rose Bowl in Pasadena. The Hawkeyes need to win a big bowl this year, and it would be great for it to be the biggest bowl just five minutes from me where I could celebrate with all of my Iowa friends!

Anyway, I’m super bummed that I’m not in Iowa City right now, because it has to be so fucking crazy. I’m talking thousands and thousands of people within a four block radius partying their asses off. OMG I’M SO SAD AND HAPPY AT THE SAME TIME.

I usually try not to make posts like this, but I’m sorry, I’m happy.