I’ve got Satellite of Love stuck in my head; the end. So much to say or something. Busy buzzing week. Ellicott City’s historical district is a little good time. Or grand. When it is Friday night I forget that I am a student. I wish I could always forget that. Or not have it to remember. Or at least have it not be a negative thing. It is quite frustrating. I don’t know what else to say. I also forget that time is still moving.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
