The thing I hate

About the suburbs is that you have to drive everywhere. Right now laura Garavoglia is driving dan, Carrie, and I down woodward. I'm not sure if I'm ecstatic or severely unhappy.

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An entirely inappropriate quote from young libby

Dan: is sheena pretty?

Libby: it's hard to tell because she's black.

sometimes i wonder if thinking and talking have any sort of relationship..
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Every morning I wake up and have a coughing fit at this hour. It is bullshit.
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fersday

...the only thing that makes me angrier is that she actually named her son anferny.

i'm at rvous right now with carrie and debora.  my car has finally been unloaded, thank the lord.  my stay at home was quite successful as i no longer have to starve or go barefoot.  on the way out the door, my mother pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her wallet and while we were both holding an end of it, she looked me in the eyes and said, "don't.  spend.  this.  on.  alcohol."  i laughed.  also of note, my sister and i watched half of antm, but i don't know who got kicked off.  my problem is that i don't like any of the four left, perhaps because i am so annoyed that fo got kicked off.  DUMBASS JUDGES.

You all know how I love to talk about Waterford

This is what Waterford looks like. I am standing on a dock taunting a giant ass swan. It is hissing at me. There is a police siren in the background, per usual. The house next door is for sale for one point five million dollars and has been on the market for over a year. I am not optimistic that it will sell.

My oldest cousin's wedding is in two weeks. His younger brother, aged twenty one, is marrying them. My parents think it is sacreligious. I am not convinced it is not, mainly because he is a dumbass frat boy who became a minister over the Internet.

4:20

Dan and I got into Ann Arbor roundabout 6:30 this morning, a mere, oh, six hours later than we had planned.  fuck capitalizing.  anyways, we had made it all the way across the u.p. by midnight and stopped at this great truck stop diner to eat some food and drink some coffee.  even though the parents were pushing for us to get a motel room (they creep me out), i decided that i was fine to keep driving since we were only four and a half hours from ann arbor.  it would not have been an unfortunate decision had there not been fucking deer all over the side of the road, just waiting, i swear to god, to jump out and kill us.  after seeing number nine (and seeing even fewer cars), i started shouting FUCK THIS FUCK THIS.  dan did not acknowledge it.  so we stopped at a rest stop for a little while and kept going, only to encounter another SEVENTEEN deer.  finally, they were gone and i was okay.

rolling into town so early is really bizarre.  with the sort of flat light before the sun has truly come up and the streets empty, ann arbor is so different.  fuck.  i just realized i have no money.  or food, for that matter.

the real issue at hand right now is that i'm sitting in the psych atrium mooching their wifi because i don't want to unpack my car or go look for a job or do anything.  my best accomplishments in the two hours since i've been up are to shower and pick up your prints, mary.  i'm trying to decide whether i can legitimately drive my car to bloomfield hills entirely full, like entirely, without getting arrested.  i just need to get to my grandparents house in the next couple of days to ask my grandfather to help me build a chicken coop for those dirty animals.  i was thinking, do chickens need sunlight?  because they're getting all big and not cute and actual chicken like, i have to leave a flattened box on top so they don't hop out and shit all over the place, but it seems that they could probably benefit from being outside or something.  hmm.  i think that's the least of my concerns at the moment.  alright, i just decided, i'm not going to unpack that shit right this second. nope.  won't do it.  can't nobody make me. 

Gahhhleee

Oh hey everyone
Guess I've got my first blog now. This is probably going to join the ranks of facebook and perezhilton in my group of time wasting websites, though I guess I don't actually have schoolwork to not be doing anymore...
Anyways, at the moment, dan and I are in the upper peninsula, despite Chanel's warning to watch out for the Nazi people. We've been in the car for around eight hours already and probably have about as many to go. I just saw a horse eating some grass out the window. Did any of you know that wisconsiners fucking love PBR? I swear to god, every bar we drove by on the slow-ass country freeway had a light up pbr sign outside. Some bitch in a truck just gave us both a pity look. I mean, we are dirty and I'm wearing the brodyke shirt, but certainly not pity worthy. This has been am interesting trip, to say the least, but I think what best sums it up is that st Olaf and macalester parties suck. A lot. Woops. Regardless, we have taken a shit ton of pictures and probably did more interesting things than we would have at home. Okay, bye





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