Passionfruit 2002 Toast

Let's dance in style, Let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, We're only watching the skies Hoping for the best But expecting the worst Are you going to drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever We don't have the power But we never say never Sitting in a sandpit, Life is a short trip The music's for the sad men Can you imagine when this race is won? Turn our golden faces into the sun Praising our leaders, We're getting in tune The music's played by the madmen Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever Forever - and ever Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever Forever young Some are like water Some are like the heat Some are a melody and some are the beat Sooner or later, they all will be gone Why don't they stay young? It's so hard to get old without a cause I don't want to perish like a fading horse Youth's like diamonds in the sun And diamonds are forever So many adventures couldn't happen today So many songs we forgot to play So many dreams swinging out of the blue We'll let them come true Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever Forever - and ever Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever Forever - and ever Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever ~Alphaville

Final Passionfruit Toast
2002

In case you're wondering, this is exactly what's in my Open Diary. I'm also working on posting a very-much in-depth toast for all my years of CTY...wait and see.

Passionfruit is a CTY Carlisle (as well as some other sites) tradition. Basically, we get up at ungodly hours on Sundays and the last day, sit in a circle on a field, and go around making toasts to whatever we please: various aspects of CTY, our friends, our lives, wildlife, etc. This is the exact list of what I toasted at my last Passionfruit, on the last day of the 2002 session.

Yanna (my roommate) for saying that the Bulgarian word for butter was "shit-fuck-you".
My sister's blanket for giving me passionfruity warmth.
The bunnies I saw on the morning before.
Erica and Alex, my favorite first-years
The jelly substabce that replaced my bones at 3 AM.
Laura's Hellbeast.
Kiera, Aubrey, Yana, and my imaginary friend; my roommates over the years.
Laura's scary stuffed puppy.
Math Sequence, Existentialism A, Chemistry, and Philosophy of Mind B, my classes.
Sam for being forgiving.
Molly for being my girlfriend.
Erin for general Erin-ness.
Laura for her pretty face and character to match.
Monkies from Mars.
Amy for wanting to have sex with my boyfriend.
Cassie for what she made in duck tape appreciation.
Ben for aspects beyond the revolutionary and his general being.
Ben and Molly for having "sex" litterally behind my back.
Salem for never wearing shoes.
Norma, Lynn, and Beder for letters from Italy, Spain, and Saint Louis, respectively.
Josh and Chelsea for their cuteness.
James for saying sweet things about my smile.
My parents for letting me stay an extra night.
Hamilton for remodling their dorms, which caused me to come to Dickinson.
John Williams and Nick Shunda.
Wellesley for being out of their minds and accepting me a year early.
My Asian soon-to-be-roommate from California.
Natasha for patience.
David for his hair, etc.
KevAn and the soul-sucker (my instructor and TA).
CTY now, then, and forevermore.
I love the Passionfruit.

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