May 10, 2006 15:35
Tallahassee. Shit. I'm still only in Tallahassee.
I have three more credits to go, and then I'm gone. Juvenile Justice. It's a class that answers that question, "won't somebody please think of the children?" Tuesday and Thursday from 5:30 to 9:30 at night. That's nothing, that's a Peter Jackson movie without the blue screens and Andy Serkis. My real problem is the sunburns. I knew damn well what would happen if I didn't use sunscreen, so I did use it and suffered the consequences of irresponsibility ANYWAY. I think somewhere at Coppertone there's a guy laughing his ass off. It was still worth it because we had a lot of fun on Jake's boat the other day and I wouldn't trade a day on Biscayne Bay for much.
Anyway, I'm back in Tallahassee and sick of college. Just one more semester to go and I can move back home. It won't be that long.
Next Friday I get to go to New York and see Alyssa. Sorry, guys, but it's more important than another weekend in Molten Core.
--Matthew Stryker.