Response

Here's my response to T-Rock. Her sentiments to me broken down sentence by sentence:

"HAHAH!"

What's so funny?

"You kill me, you really do."

Thanks. You're the best.

"Congrats on your job."

Thanks again. It's been fun. I like knowing that my stuff is reaching a lot of people, and I hope that they're enjoying it.

"I can't beleive my little boy is all grown up."

Yeah, I'm gonna be 23 in December. That's just too old. But not older than you. ;) Only kidding.

"Just yesterday you were a freshman, trying to figure out if Justin was normal or not, whether or not you could write for him."

I still don't know if Justin's normal. I'm pretty sure I could write for him, though. But, if you ever figure out whether he is normal or not, please let me know. It's one of those philosophical questions that will haunt me for eternity, I'm sure.

"Oh, how the years fly by."

So true. I still remember walking into that office as a freshman. So awkward. All you oldies up there acting like a bunch of a chuckle-fucks. Guffawing and bellowing and just being noisy. Vitak was probably tap dancing on a table and talking about drugs. Josh was probably trying to figure out how to squeeze as much text onto a page as possible. (His refusal to use pictures was great.) Jason was worrying about his pics on that web site. Jen was trying to stay sane. Elizabeth was helping that cause or talking to the printer. Katie was attempting to psychoanalyze everyone. (What a great group to study if you're a psychology major.) Matt Ford was drinking somewhere. Justin was doing his best impression of Eggplant Man. You were laughing at the complete and utter nonsense and probably joining in on it. And there sat Lindsay and I. Stoic. Prepared. Professional. We stood for everything you guys weren't. And within minutes, we were one of you. I think it ruined me for life.

How's all that stuff above for one big inside joke?

For those of you who don't get any of that, here's a piece of information you can all relate to: I'm alive, and I'm fairly tall.