i'm gonna fly on down and fly away, on my way
Good God, I have been up for a while, and I've gotten surprisingly little work done.
Fabulous.
So I'm looking outside, and it's snowing, and the weather wasn't like this a week ago, and what the FUCK? This is unacceptable. I left my boots in Miami precisely because I thought shit like this would stop.
Thus far, I've been typing faster for this journal than I have been for things that are actually, you know, graded and shit.
I've entered that delightful stage of sunburn called "all your skin falls off so you look like a crackhead for a day or two." But cocoa butter moisturizer is my friend, and it should be yours too.
I didn't go to the Don Giovanni trip. I did lug around wood and attempted to help boil sap. The sap was rancid though, so we threw it out. Ryan then proceeded to buy us all pizza. He told us stories about growing up in NoCal and being into OpIvy in the late 80s/early 90s, and how he saw some bands called Nirvana and Pearl Jam play in shitty clubs. Bless his beard, I think I like him more now. On my behalf, I told everyone about seeing the Backstreet Boys. Represent, yo.
But yes. Snow, and work. Delightful not.
Fabulous.
So I'm looking outside, and it's snowing, and the weather wasn't like this a week ago, and what the FUCK? This is unacceptable. I left my boots in Miami precisely because I thought shit like this would stop.
Thus far, I've been typing faster for this journal than I have been for things that are actually, you know, graded and shit.
I've entered that delightful stage of sunburn called "all your skin falls off so you look like a crackhead for a day or two." But cocoa butter moisturizer is my friend, and it should be yours too.
I didn't go to the Don Giovanni trip. I did lug around wood and attempted to help boil sap. The sap was rancid though, so we threw it out. Ryan then proceeded to buy us all pizza. He told us stories about growing up in NoCal and being into OpIvy in the late 80s/early 90s, and how he saw some bands called Nirvana and Pearl Jam play in shitty clubs. Bless his beard, I think I like him more now. On my behalf, I told everyone about seeing the Backstreet Boys. Represent, yo.
But yes. Snow, and work. Delightful not.