Whew, I'm longwinded.
I walked back to my room, found it messed to hell. As though the very dankest depths of my wardrobe had finally let out the last little wisps of life they had in them and zombified, futilely attempting to over-throw my room. The spare bed was out, the sheets on my own bed ripped off and haphazardly hanging near a bag of someone else’s taco bell.
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I enjoyed this entry, by the way.
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Ryan, I've enjoyed following your recent entries. I might feel a little guilty because I read your LJ like a vulture, but never really talk to you anymore, but it sounds like you've been having a good time in good ol' Cali and I'm happy for you.
Sidharth is a sweet name, you should tell your roomie that. Also, I say you should screw the family plans and go to that concert, I mean, come on!
Finally, your slightly tipsy run-in with the British drug addict was slightly surreal following my recent ecounter with Trainspotting. I am always excessively impressed with people who are good at climbing.
P.S. Thanks for the compliment, it did feel inspired, even if it boiled down into a rant pretty quickly.
If you're ever back in Michigan (Which I do not condone!), we chould hang out, and play video games. I swear it won't be a date, promise.
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