It is fall of sophomore year. Eric is sleeping in his loft. I'm listening to Explosions in the Sky. I have studying to do. It is late and I want to be elsewhere.
It is fall of junior year. Gabe is sleeping in his bed. I'm listening to Explosions in the Sky. I have studying to do. It is late and I want to be elsewhere.
So I don't have directions or a printer to print out directions. I think I'll just go commando and chill out in Nashville until I find my cousins
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In the words of Jessica Simpson, "No longer emo, not yet mature." Or maybe that's just an adaptation of a Britney Spears song. But anyway, the message is obvious. My brain has evolved out of a mediocre descriptor but left me behind. Now I'm just lost!