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fredag, mars 28, 2003

anyway. besides that. my college trips were enjoyable. and college looks a trillion times cooler than high school. but again, i'm becoming what i have despised for so long: someone who always thinks and talks about college and getting in and all that stuff. shizz. highlights included Hannibal, MO, where Samuel Clemons is nothing less than a demi-god, and where we ate at the Becky Thatcher restaurant, which was actually one of the many smoky diners with elderly waitresses that we ate at. I also realized how fucking uptight my parents can be. there were several moments on the trip where we were all just about ready to snap if anyone said anything. example:
(me at wheel)
mom: (loud, sharp intake of breath from backseat)
me: (irritable) what, mom?
mom: you didn't see him at all!
me: yes, yes I did, mom, that's why I switched lanes
dad: hey hey you two have been doing this since Iowa. do I need to drive?
mom and me: SHUT UP KARL
but other than that, it was nice to see people, and to taste the liberty i'll have next year. no... i mean in two years. fuck this.
i can't believe I missed Garrity. oh well. call me.

Hills114: omg he just laughed like a girl
Hills114: he did it again
Hills114: OMG
Hills114: shut up

.: posted by Kj 12:49 p.m.