I should have written something when I got home from the trip. I won't remember as much now, but at least I'll get some stuff down ( Read more... )

I talked to Son tea and he says they say esha instead of ella, posho instead of pollo. Sweet.

I thought sleep was my heaven until I realized that I was dreaming about school when I woke up. I was a little pissed so I skipped my first class. It's amazing that cheezy lyrics by Weezer can put me back into a decent mood. That and the false assumption that I'm going to have a great summer when all this shit is done with in a couple weeks ( Read more... )

And...back.

And... done.