I think I just ate too many chilidogs. 
Yeah, man, I'm down with the processed pork.
So I was actually going to get a picture of my tongue earlier, but I didn't because my camera's battery had deplenished, and I had to put it in its cute little recharger thingie. Then I kinda forgot about it for a couple days. Oops. Anyways, here it is:
What really sucked is that all I could eat for the first couple of days was some condensed soup. That shit is so gross. And it costs $1.38 a can too! Highway-frickin'-robbery, man. But now I can actually eat solid food (happy), and judging from the first sentence in my marvelous entry I'm going full throttle and totally making a pig of myself (pun most definitely intended).
Yesterday I was in my closet and I happened to notice a litle cubbyhole on the floor. In it I found several junk mails adressed to a Travis Something, and an untitled (or self-titled) EP compact disc by a band known as "The Never Experiment." So I listened to it after class today, and it turned out to be decent. It seems this band was from Wynne, Arkansas, has since disbanded, and its vocalist is now a part of a band named Pictures of Echoes, which according to their
MySpace site currently resides on Arkansas State University's campus. Weird.
This is an interesting perk to renting, though: the potential to get to know a little about someone who was there before you. Perhaps they had gone through the same situations that you're currently involved in... This reminds me of school books in K12, looking at kids' names who had used and abused each book before me. Was I the only one who went through each book to view each student's handwriting and class years? I found that interesting.
So do you think this fellow misses his CD? Have you ever found something in an apartment you were renting of a previous resident's belongings? Tell me a story.
I think I am going to go to Hastings tomorrow and pick up a couple of CDs. I haven't bought any new music in a long time, and I'm longing for a little something different to tune my ears to. I'm definitely going to pick up The Streets' A Grand Don't Come for Free. I downloaded a song ("Dry Your Eyes") from that album a long time ago, and recently just listened to it. I hate myself that I hadn't taken it upon myself to hear it before. It's excellent and emotional beyond words. I hope they have it in, otherwise I'll have to Amazon it. Anyone have any good suggestions for me?
Yeah, man, I'm down with the processed pork.
So I was actually going to get a picture of my tongue earlier, but I didn't because my camera's battery had deplenished, and I had to put it in its cute little recharger thingie. Then I kinda forgot about it for a couple days. Oops. Anyways, here it is:
What really sucked is that all I could eat for the first couple of days was some condensed soup. That shit is so gross. And it costs $1.38 a can too! Highway-frickin'-robbery, man. But now I can actually eat solid food (happy), and judging from the first sentence in my marvelous entry I'm going full throttle and totally making a pig of myself (pun most definitely intended).
Yesterday I was in my closet and I happened to notice a litle cubbyhole on the floor. In it I found several junk mails adressed to a Travis Something, and an untitled (or self-titled) EP compact disc by a band known as "The Never Experiment." So I listened to it after class today, and it turned out to be decent. It seems this band was from Wynne, Arkansas, has since disbanded, and its vocalist is now a part of a band named Pictures of Echoes, which according to their
MySpace site currently resides on Arkansas State University's campus. Weird.
This is an interesting perk to renting, though: the potential to get to know a little about someone who was there before you. Perhaps they had gone through the same situations that you're currently involved in... This reminds me of school books in K12, looking at kids' names who had used and abused each book before me. Was I the only one who went through each book to view each student's handwriting and class years? I found that interesting.
So do you think this fellow misses his CD? Have you ever found something in an apartment you were renting of a previous resident's belongings? Tell me a story.
I think I am going to go to Hastings tomorrow and pick up a couple of CDs. I haven't bought any new music in a long time, and I'm longing for a little something different to tune my ears to. I'm definitely going to pick up The Streets' A Grand Don't Come for Free. I downloaded a song ("Dry Your Eyes") from that album a long time ago, and recently just listened to it. I hate myself that I hadn't taken it upon myself to hear it before. It's excellent and emotional beyond words. I hope they have it in, otherwise I'll have to Amazon it. Anyone have any good suggestions for me?
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And the first house that my SO bought had all these built ins. One one of them was a sticker of a photo of the daughter that lived their. I knew her she was two years younger than I.
So those are my moving into places stories.