Authors: Lauren Myracle
SnowAngel: | anyway, SO glad we got all caught up, but I've gotta run. I'm supposed to be making ghosts out of tissue paper, ya know. |
zoegirl: | wait! no! don't you dare tell me a homeless man is living in your dorm room and then run off to make ghosts out of tissue paper! |
SnowAngel: | I'm also going to help some of the pledges put their costumes together cuz I'm good at that stuff. tootles |
Sun, Oct 27
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zoegirl: | what about the unclamping of the lips? |
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zoegirl: | you said that there would be unclamping of lips, but you never got to that part of the story. |
zoegirl: | so, this unclamping business |
zoegirl: | what, exactly, did your and Reid's unclamped lips *do*? |
zoegirl: | you have until this evening to respond. if you don't, I'm turning you in to the provost. |
Mon, Oct 28
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SnowAngel: | Maddie, why did u delete yr Facebook account??? |
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mad maddie: | I dunno. cuz I felt like it, just like you felt like kissing Reid in the hot passionate moment after moving a homeless dude into yr dorm room. |
mad maddie: | I had to listen to yr voicemail twenty times to make sure I heard that right, btw. |
SnowAngel: | twenty times? |
SnowAngel: | liar |
mad maddie: | ok, ten times. maybe five. |
SnowAngel: | are you trying to change the subject about yr FB? |
mad maddie: | three times. I listened to it three times, all right? |
mad maddie: | also, I hadn't read the text exchange b/w you and Zoe, so I wasn't caught up in the first place. |
SnowAngel: | you saw texts waiting for youâfrom MEâand you didn't read them? |
mad maddie: | I was tired. I didn't feel like doing anything. |
SnowAngel: | except delete yr FB account. |
SnowAngel: | seriously, why? |
mad maddie: | oh, same reason. tired of dealing with ppl. |
SnowAngel: | I don't understand |
mad maddie: | I never post anything. I hardly read anyone else's posts. so why bother? |
mad maddie: | in self-defense, I am very good friends with Netflix. |
SnowAngel: | you're tired of “dealing with people.” what about yr suitemates? what about Zara and Neesa and the other Esbees? |
mad maddie: | meh |
SnowAngel: | but you have so much fun with them! |
SnowAngel: | did y'all have a fight? did something happen? |
mad maddie: | Angela, everything's fine. I'm just not motivated to do much these days. |
SnowAngel: | um, that's NOT fine, Mads. next yr going to tell me that you've moved yr computer into yr closet and soon you'll have no use for the outside world. |
SnowAngel: | shld I be worried about you??? |
SnowAngel: | strike that. I *am* worried about u. Maddie!!! Zoe and I both are! |
mad maddie: | it's a phase. a mid-semester slump. |
mad maddie: | I miss u guys, ok? and I miss Ian. |
mad maddie: | I'm just really ready for Thanksgiving. |
SnowAngel: | ah |
SnowAngel: | that makes sense. I can't wait for Thanksgiving |
mad maddie: | agreed |
SnowAngel: | but until then, will you try to get back into the game? |
mad maddie: | “get back into the game”? |
SnowAngel: | dude. don't mock. YOLO, BABY, YOLO! |
SnowAngel: | that's what you told Zoe when *she* was feeling down. |
mad maddie: | oh. right. |
SnowAngel: | do you no longer believe in yolo??? |
mad maddie: | of course I do. can't believe you'd suggest otherwise. |
mad maddie: | and now back to reality: you kissed Reid??? |
SnowAngel: | aye-yai-yai |
SnowAngel: | kind of? |
mad maddie: | was it a GOOD kiss? |
SnowAngel: | truth? |
mad maddie: | truth |
SnowAngel: | it was a scarily excellent kiss, Maddie. as in, there's a very good chance he's the best kisser in the multiverse. |
SnowAngel: | but it just HAPPENED. and yes, I like himâhe's Reid! |
SnowAngel: | but also, he's . . . Reid. you know? |
mad maddie: | are you gonna kiss him again? |
SnowAngel: | dunno. we're going to Shakes Alive for dinner, tho. |
mad maddie: | I'm going to take that as a yes |
mad maddie: | if the “but also he's Reid” business has anything to do with your sorority sisters, then screw that. you kissed Reid, not yr sorority sisters. if you start dating him, *you'll* be dating him, not yr sorority sisters. |
SnowAngel: | yeah, putting that in the Worry About Later file. |
SnowAngel: | right now I am weighing the merits of wearing a |
mad maddie: | huh. that's a question I've never in my life thought about. |
SnowAngel: | cuz u don't have to worry about it. you have tatas galore! |
SnowAngel: | also, it seems like maybe I'm wired to think about this stuff. not just bras, but clothes and makeup and accessories . . . the whole picture! and I'm good at it, and I'm good at helping other ppl with it, and I think I'm going to make that be my plan for my business class assignment! fashion consultant! |
mad maddie: | that's cool, Angela. perfect. |
SnowAngel: | isn't it? and I stay after class to talk to my biz prof all the time now, and she's possibly my new hero. SHE MAKES ME THINK, MADDIE. IT IS THE WEIRDEST THING. |
mad maddie: | dude. your brain is growing! |
SnowAngel: | and yet in the boy department I'm still at a loss. which do you think is more important to a guy: visual or tactile? cleavage or the softness of real boobs? |
mad maddie: | go for real. real is better. |
SnowAngel: | hmm . . . |
SnowAngel: | but will any boob-touching actually occur? cuz if not, shldn't I go for the push-up? |
mad maddie: | ok, but imagine this: what if no touching occurs tonight, and you go for the push-up, but then the next day, or the next or the next, when touching DOES occur, he's like, “where'd they go?” |
SnowAngel: | a) who said there'd be a next and a next, and |
SnowAngel: | b) I'm not convinced guys are that observant. I mean, if boobs are there, then yes, they observe |
mad maddie: | want me to ask Ian? |
SnowAngel: | yes, actually! omigod, yes! |
SnowAngel: | get back to me before six o'clock my timeâplease??? |
mad maddie: | I'll do my best. |