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I couldn't even begin to tell you, but I'm going to try...
I got coffee from a Starbucks and a Caribou in the same afternoon, in Chicago.
I saw Collective Soul at Summer Fest in Milwaukee with Tiffany, eXtina and her friend Matt who looked like a mix of my driver's ed teacher and Scott Ladue. We also inadvertently saw a band cleverly named Beatallica. Get this, they do Beatles covers in Metallica's style. Can you even imagine?
On the train back to Royal Oak, the guy sitting next to me just happened to be a Columbia graduate from the very major I'm going into. He had some very helpful advice that I may or may not follow.
I just started taking American History post reconstruction at OCC and the class is filled with frat boy types. I've got to admit, I didn't see that one coming.
At Union Station, a man with a mullet and wild green eyes asked me if he could bum a light. He sat down next to me and showed me his ticket stub from The Allman Brothers at Summer Fest, then left shortly after he asked if I knew of a good place to pan handle.
Shana finally got off the phone and walked into Laina's living room just in time to catch the end of the silliest thing I've ever been a part of. Only Kelly, Dave and Laina will ever really know the truth.
Tiffany and I got our morning coffee from a drive-thru Caribou in Wakashau, Wisonsin at 4:40pm. Every time I've visited her, she's lived in a different place.
Lately, I think it's all about the details.
Erin called me from Mackinac on her cell phone that has an Orage County area code.
I met a cute hippie girl named Lori at my new student testing. I tested out of all computer classes and I can choose whatever math class I want. Orientation is Thursday.
The bums in Chicago are less tenacious than the ones in Detroit, but they are no less prevelant.
We ran into Shawn, and the only thing I heard was "Detroit whaaaaaaaaat?".
I can barely remember the last time I worked.
And I'm supposed to be leaving again on Tuesday?
I got coffee from a Starbucks and a Caribou in the same afternoon, in Chicago.
I saw Collective Soul at Summer Fest in Milwaukee with Tiffany, eXtina and her friend Matt who looked like a mix of my driver's ed teacher and Scott Ladue. We also inadvertently saw a band cleverly named Beatallica. Get this, they do Beatles covers in Metallica's style. Can you even imagine?
On the train back to Royal Oak, the guy sitting next to me just happened to be a Columbia graduate from the very major I'm going into. He had some very helpful advice that I may or may not follow.
I just started taking American History post reconstruction at OCC and the class is filled with frat boy types. I've got to admit, I didn't see that one coming.
At Union Station, a man with a mullet and wild green eyes asked me if he could bum a light. He sat down next to me and showed me his ticket stub from The Allman Brothers at Summer Fest, then left shortly after he asked if I knew of a good place to pan handle.
Shana finally got off the phone and walked into Laina's living room just in time to catch the end of the silliest thing I've ever been a part of. Only Kelly, Dave and Laina will ever really know the truth.
Tiffany and I got our morning coffee from a drive-thru Caribou in Wakashau, Wisonsin at 4:40pm. Every time I've visited her, she's lived in a different place.
Lately, I think it's all about the details.
Erin called me from Mackinac on her cell phone that has an Orage County area code.
I met a cute hippie girl named Lori at my new student testing. I tested out of all computer classes and I can choose whatever math class I want. Orientation is Thursday.
The bums in Chicago are less tenacious than the ones in Detroit, but they are no less prevelant.
We ran into Shawn, and the only thing I heard was "Detroit whaaaaaaaaat?".
I can barely remember the last time I worked.
And I'm supposed to be leaving again on Tuesday?