nostalgia.

I have a friend from high school that is a music major at ASU. I have probably seen him about five times on campus in the past year, but I think we have had a full conversation once out of these five times. Every other time we have just yelled each other's full names at each other.

Today I was sitting on a bench trying not to have a panic attack and reading and eating grapes and he walked by with his friends, yelling, "JESSIDIBARTOLOMEO" and I couldn't help but laugh and call out, "CHRISTOPHERM.KELLEY" after him.

Max and I were quoting and singing theme songs to '90's era Nickelodeon cartoons tonight and it was pretty exciting.

Possessing these would make me insanely happy right now:

My cousins and I would always argue over who would get to be the Yellow Ranger when we were little. I always won (because I cried).
Ah ee ooh, Killer Tofu. Ooh ee ooh, Killer Tofuuuuu!

Weston and I once talked about starting a Beets cover band. I don't know why we didn't do this but I think I should get right on it.