Saturday - written after the fact
Apr. 20th, 2002 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaalaI think it was this day that Jason left. I saw him at the Conservaory, and we sat in coatroom for a good fifteen or twenty minutes, both too tired to say much but enjoying the company. I told him about the cards I'd made for the graduates but not dropped off in their mailboxes yet; he thanked me in advance for his, and assured me that they would get them from their Conservatory boxes during Convocation. He said to email him some time. I finally managed to work up the guts to give him a hug just as he was going. And that was that. I'll miss him.
On Saturday night, I was invited (out of pity, I suspect) to come along with my monitor, the one other remaining resident of the house, and a friend to Amherst (neighbouring town) for Blizzards at Dairy Queen; I had nothing else to do because my friends were all busy, so I joined them. They listened to irritating music all the way there and back. I didn't get most of their conversation and they understood none of my jokes. But it was nice of them to have me along.
On Saturday night, I was invited (out of pity, I suspect) to come along with my monitor, the one other remaining resident of the house, and a friend to Amherst (neighbouring town) for Blizzards at Dairy Queen; I had nothing else to do because my friends were all busy, so I joined them. They listened to irritating music all the way there and back. I didn't get most of their conversation and they understood none of my jokes. But it was nice of them to have me along.
