I've led a full and bizarre and awkward and boring and action-packed and mundane life. But now I've chosen to change. My time is not running out.
Sunday, September 23, 2001
Sunsets are infinitely more impressive when they light of the Pacific coast. Remember that book from 2nd grade where pankcakes fell from the sky and there were big hills of mashed potatoes with butter on top? That's what a sunset looks and feels like. Take that as you will. Chase's dorm is obnoxiously large. Classes start tomorrow, so I get to find out if breakfast at Francisco Torres is great as everyone has been making it out to be.
Oh, and as I like sleep like a palm tree like hits my window all hard and stuff. It's so like, how do you say annoying and stuff.
|| Bradford J Kempington III, 8:44 PM