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So I went down to Maryland today to check out Johns Hopkins. Everything about the school seemed pure at first glance: the campus was a frisbee player's heaven, the students were not pompous pretentious assholes but were conversely full of southern graciousness, and well, cal ripken played in baltimore. After meeting with two ladies from the engineering department I realized the school was not for me. They were less qualified than one certain WA teacher when she wasn't on drugs. And more importantly they couldn't answer my questions and figured I would want to go to the school just because of its reputation. Fuck that. After conversing with some more kids i was under the impression that JHU = all work and no play, and that makes me more than just dull. Now it's down to tufts and BU.
My dad and i made the journey back to the airport and found ourselves wandering aimlessly around our airport gate 2 hours before departure. What were we to do? He went and found a place to plug his computer into while i sat at a random gate and played tet. A familiar tone of voice caught my ear, but i continued to tot along without breaking form. The voice continued to buzz so i took a quick peek over my left shoulder only to realize that i was sitting next to theo from road rules. I immediately introduced myself and we talked for 20 minutes. The topics ranged from the boston celtics, to stand up comedy, to titties. Yes, breasts. As a well endowed woman walked past us with a kid tightly grasped, he bumped my arm and whispered "Did you see that pair of titties" I thought about getting an autograph for lindsay trasko, but i didn't want to demean our conversation. He vested a certain male trust in me, and i couldn't go transgressing the bounds of bonding for a piece of scribbled ink on a tattered notebook paper. Sorry lindsay.
Theo is not as big as i would have imagined, but i did see him popping some kind of "performance enhancing" pill. Shit i don't even know what i'm saying any more.
My dad and i made the journey back to the airport and found ourselves wandering aimlessly around our airport gate 2 hours before departure. What were we to do? He went and found a place to plug his computer into while i sat at a random gate and played tet. A familiar tone of voice caught my ear, but i continued to tot along without breaking form. The voice continued to buzz so i took a quick peek over my left shoulder only to realize that i was sitting next to theo from road rules. I immediately introduced myself and we talked for 20 minutes. The topics ranged from the boston celtics, to stand up comedy, to titties. Yes, breasts. As a well endowed woman walked past us with a kid tightly grasped, he bumped my arm and whispered "Did you see that pair of titties" I thought about getting an autograph for lindsay trasko, but i didn't want to demean our conversation. He vested a certain male trust in me, and i couldn't go transgressing the bounds of bonding for a piece of scribbled ink on a tattered notebook paper. Sorry lindsay.
Theo is not as big as i would have imagined, but i did see him popping some kind of "performance enhancing" pill. Shit i don't even know what i'm saying any more.