The End of a Dream... For Now

I've been up for almost an hour and a half and only consumed one cup of coffee. This is clearly a problem.

Last night was a sad night in my life. Very, very sad. Not quite weeping sad, but sad, nonetheless. But what is there to be sad about when school is out, you ask? The answer is quite simple, in my mind.

The Celtics.

It makes me tear up on the inside just thinking about them.

Okay, so I jest.

An Epic Life Goal: Late Night in the Phog

Alright, alright. Enough already. The clamor is too much. By popular demand, I have made time to blog for the first time in over 2 months.

Just kidding. About everything except the whole blogging thing, anyway.

The last two months have been exciting, to say the least. They have been challenging. They have been fulfilling. I want to share about a lot of it, and I even have a list made up on my desktop of things to blog about. Time to blog, on the other hand, is rare. Thus, instead of continuing to do dishes (what seems like an everyday affair nowadays), I am taking a break to tell you about one of the most exciting nights I've experienced so far this semester: Late Night in the Phog...