Prime Time.

I miss the invisible bears. I miss the unicorn house of love. I miss ACAD. I miss glass class. I miss the huge boat. I miss grinding to Brittney Spears in Sev. I miss drinking on a week day at 2 in the afternoon. I miss watching porn in my living room. I miss my roommates walking in on watching porn in the living room. I miss Wednesday night Metal night. I miss the boys. I miss the girls. I miss midweek weekends. I miss Wilbur and the nameless cat. I miss the BackAlley and preBackally photoshoots. I miss the Vat. I miss trips to the Botanical Gardens. I miss MTV nights. I miss SNTC marathons. I miss the glowing hill. I miss blocked off KFC drivethroughs. I miss booter's fees. I miss week long visits. I miss cheesy notes left on my pillow. I miss trips to the park. I miss driving 2 hours just to dress up like a pirate. I miss dancing on the speakers. I miss playing dressup and our dressup closet. I miss girl nights. I miss drinking at OJs. I miss the French Maid. I miss late night drives from Red Deer to Calgary. I miss blaring Eve 6 and almost dying. I miss Canada Day at Princess Island Park. I miss my balcony. I miss my closet of belongings. I miss late night conversations. I miss all night conversations. I miss my best friend. I miss my friends. So give me a break if I don't know what I want. This is what I want.