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I had a surprisingly good time at the football game last night. Sarah and I were bored and so we went to oldtown and talked about college, stupid boys, foreign exchange students and being seniors. We were confronted by an older couple who were out of towners, who must have thought that we looked intelligent because they asked us for directions to the Masonic Temple. We pointed them in the totally opposite direction. Then we gave them to a gentleman on a bicycle who knew his way around town. We wandered looking at the closed wig shop dissapointedly while sipping our surprisingly sweet Medium Mango Mania smoothies from Rollicks. We were planning on just sitting and gossiping while watching the game but instead spent our time hanging out with Scott, Ryan, Ryan, Gopher and Kelli in the ASB merchandise tent. Needless to say I had a rip-roaring time chatting it up with everyone. All genuinly nice people. The game was horrible. Our butts were kicked. I wasn't watching the game. But we were creamed. I am leaving for San Ho soon. My aunt and uncle are taking me to see Napolean Dynamite. My dad is a little upset because he wanted to go with me, but we will have to go again some other time. I am thouroghly excited. We are going to got to Art in the Park and we will be having a blast. I love city life. They have an amazing art store across the street. I absolutly love it. Handmade paper all over the walls, every shade and hue and medium of color you can possibly imagine, sculpting tools, bronze casting, anything you could possibly dream of. I like being able to take the train up there. So I am leaving to be spoiled for the weekend. My uncle and I are going on a photo shoot. I can't wait