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The infamous tangerines of Jeju Island
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So it’s 7:30 in the morning. I’d like to think I’m nearly complete. I got most of the difficult parts done... and now all I have to do is just wrap up those difficult parts and it’ll be easy bullshitting from there to the finish line.
I got this.
(I almost forgot I have to do the lab report too. Fuck. At least that doesn’t have an electronic deadline. I wouldn’t mind the lab report if 1) I knew where I put the professor’s corrections, 2) APA wasn’t such a bitch, and 3) I hadn’t stayed up all night on addy)
4:00 A.M.
I will start my work at 4:00 a.m.
Fran is my best man. Ag said to me that she doesn’t know if she approves and I asked her if she doesn’t approve of him or our relationship. She said of our relationship. I wanted to ask her more and she knew but she didn’t want to delve into more and I knew that.
But the thing is... Fran is my favorite guy in the world. I don’t mean that as in I think he’s perfect or that I think everything he says or does is correct or without flaws. There’s a lot of things that I don’t like, but I think that that’s what being an adult or growing up means and considering someone to be one of your favorite people in the world. When you’re a child, something/someone being your favorite meant a sort of worship or idealization, a rose tinted glass of whatever it is you were enamoured about. But I see Fran for all his strengths and flaws and I accept the wholeheartedly because the fact of the matter is, he’s got my back and I’ve got his.
That’s all there really is to it, I think. And I think others see it too, our mutual respect and rooting for each other, based on the small, off-hand comments people have made to me over the years. People who knew us for years and who I wouldn’t have thought for a million years would have even given us (as in the nature of our friendship) a second of their thoughts. Their words are almost always profound, the kind of statements that you have to ask your friends at 2 am in the morning. When I was talking about our friendship with Susie (or it might have been Gina? Maybe both?), she said something along the lines of “you guys are always together. like, if I wanted to find you, I would ask Fran where you were and vice versa. you guys always seem to know what the other is up to. If you’re not together that is”. (she meant together as in physically next to each other)
I don’t know... I just want to cherish, protect, and cultivate whatever our bond is. I really hope and pray that we’ll never be less than what we are now.
I would love you more each day if I could.
Most of my college friends call me "junebug".
I don't know if it's because it's the only thing that you can use as a nickname for June. I like to think they have a tad bit more creativity than that - or, in a small wish in the small corner of my heart, they see me as just a small little thing that isn't exactly the nicest thing to look at but potentially means no harm.