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I'm definitely listening to David Bowie.
How have I managed to reach this point in my life without becoming a fan?
Can I call myself a fan when I've listened to "Ziggy Stardust...Mars" nonstop?
I spent the night in Orlando on Saturday with Nezz and we went to Brit's house and that was lovely. Favorite people. And Sunday I went to Prich's apartment with Juan and watched the Superbowl. I fucking hate football. I mean if I'm at a game it's more than tolerable. Fun, even. But fucking hell...on TV? I never realized it until Sunday night though. I remember watching the Superbowl in 9th grade and being really happy that the Bucs won. I guess that's just that weird sense of comradeship that I feel if I'm in anyway connected to something/someone. "The Tampa Bay Bucs??!! I love Tampa because that's where Busch Gardens is!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOO! Go Bucs!"
I even stayed up late, by myself to watch that game. And then I wrote about it the next day in Gifted, for my calendar. Stupid Mr. Harper. That's when he was cool. Or when I actually did my work. Oh yeah...there are two sides to every story.
I hate college.
How have I managed to reach this point in my life without becoming a fan?
Can I call myself a fan when I've listened to "Ziggy Stardust...Mars" nonstop?
I spent the night in Orlando on Saturday with Nezz and we went to Brit's house and that was lovely. Favorite people. And Sunday I went to Prich's apartment with Juan and watched the Superbowl. I fucking hate football. I mean if I'm at a game it's more than tolerable. Fun, even. But fucking hell...on TV? I never realized it until Sunday night though. I remember watching the Superbowl in 9th grade and being really happy that the Bucs won. I guess that's just that weird sense of comradeship that I feel if I'm in anyway connected to something/someone. "The Tampa Bay Bucs??!! I love Tampa because that's where Busch Gardens is!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOO! Go Bucs!"
I even stayed up late, by myself to watch that game. And then I wrote about it the next day in Gifted, for my calendar. Stupid Mr. Harper. That's when he was cool. Or when I actually did my work. Oh yeah...there are two sides to every story.
I hate college.