Last night we were all hanging out on the Berkley quad throwing a frisbee and throwing a football and reading and filming and generally being chill. I was filming mostly because
- it was relevant to my documentary
- I don't do things that require coordination.
And I'm standing there, minding my own business, filming something or other, and my peripheral vision sees a ball coming toward me (ish)
So my awesome reflexes say "OH MY GOD YOU'RE GOING TO GET HIT! GET DOWN! NOW! DANGER! AAAAHH!"
And I basically throw myself into the grass.
The frisbee landed safely... like, twenty feet away.
Overreaction? Yes.
Awkward? Certainly.
Love always,
Clara
4 comments:
Hahaha. Classic Clara.
I'm determined to out-comment Samlet, by the way.
Clara, it is not leaving the planet, it is a twenty minute drive to New Bedford, and then a twenty five minute flight. It is really not difficult at all. I just think you don't like Katie, Cath, and I enough to visit.
i read this... and i missed u :(
sam you've got me figured out. i secretly hate all three of you.
(and you aren't realizing that i have to assimilate into my new culture and the like. I have to create myself all over again, and if I'm gone in the very beginning, I'll cease to exist the whole time i'm there)
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