So much to write... so little time

Masters.
was.
a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

I could literally go on for pages and pages, but seeing as neither of us has that much time at the present, I won't. I will however write a series of several posts covering what I've learned, how I've grown, who I've met, poems I've written, and memories I have made. And yes, I will post pictures as soon as I get them off the the camera. :)

I have to go to bed soon, but there is one thing I would like to record before I do so. It is not by far the most memorable or life-changing experience, I will save those for nights when I am less tired and more sentamental. In all truth, it a confession of sorts, but then, what are cousins and friends for anyways?

I am a liar. To be exact, I am the liar. See it just so happens that impromtu rounds require a certain amount of creativity, which in some cases results in a stretching of the truth. I really didn't consider it a lie at the time. I didn't have time to consider anything at all. It was more a combination of two stories, a condensing of a series of memories into one still shot. Photographers do it all the time. Besides, what ever is one to discuss with a topic like "love seats"? (That was a rhetorical question... I thought of plenty. To much. A wierd amount.) Anyway, I would lived in ignorence of my sinful nature if it hadn't been for a few people (cough, cough) who, upon my summerizing of the speech duly informed me that I was liar! Okay, so maybe there was only one..... Have you ever noticed how much funnier things become late at night? It must have been one of those things where you had to be there.

Au revior!

(And once again, this is one of those random posts not to be used against me in any way, shape, or form. All rights reserved.)

Pictures WILL follow.