So it's not Europe. It's Argentina, on vegetable oil. In about a year. Cool.
The skin on my knee peels off where they cut me up. Odd.
Staff Meeting tonight. Bomb.com.
Joe's back tomorrow. Sickness.
Stacy and Brittany are back Thursday. Juiced.
Dream House has officially fallen apart. Depressed.
Alameda has become how many different things can Pat and Shane find to do before everyone gets back for the summer. There's more than I thought there was, but we're runnin' low nonetheless. I've got a test in a class I haven't been to since February, and another quiz left in critical thinking which true to it's name is by far the most thought provoking class I've ever taken. It's pretty sick but the thing is you have to be ready to dedicate some brain power whenever the class even comes to mind. The piano playing has almost all together stopped and guitar is fuckin' ridiculous, doubt that one's gonna actually happen. Geraldoh works in accounting which is pretty crazy, maybe he'll hook it up with a little extra sumptin' sumptin' on the paycheck... Camp shirts, staff shirts and sweatshirts all get ordered today, they look legit. I gotta get to zero degrees here soon, otherwise I'm gonna need a brace, and no one wants that.
Still need some camp time.
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