If I pretend good enough, it might just be true... Right?

I know that's not proper grammar, but who cares.  It's not like I'm an English major.  Because I'm not. ;]


What am I pretending, you ask?


I'm pretending that I'm at BYU.  This is all just a really long lonely dream and I'm really still at school.  I still have my dreadful Italian class and I still wake up early three days a week to work at the testing center.  I still see my friends every day and I still have a ward where people talk to me and want to be my friend.  


I still have classes and homework and horrible Italian quizzes and Tall Club and devotionals and the dollar theater and Sunday night culture dinners and friends.


I don't have a car (or maybe I still do ;]) and I take the bus everywhere and hate it.  I sell my plasma and go to Fortune's to pig out on Chinese food with my friends. 


It's 55 degrees and wonderful and we do our homework outside but get distracted by random conversations and ranting and get in trouble for sitting in our kitchen chairs outside so we go in and end up sleeping on each other or watching a movie and getting nothing done.  Then we go to the Creamery and debate whether or not we should get (ice cream, cookies, chips, fruit, yogurt, cookies, soda, gummy worms, ice cream, cookie dough, cake/brownie/cheese cake mix) and end up getting it because we can and don't need it.


We tell each other where we are using north, south, east and west based on our proximity to Y mountain. 


I miss this.  I'm thinking if I keep my eyes closed long enough, it has to come true, right?


I think 9 1/2 weeks will be just enough.