I don’t like the food here. It’s hot and bland. Still need to figure out the CSS layout.

Maybe there’ll be snow. And then, there’s the

photos for the individual pages. I hate going

through those stock photo sites. It feels like

cheating.

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I hate smelling garbage in the morning. tomorrow and e-mail it to ______

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me. It could be worse; Notre Dame’s

dorms are like closets.Why don’t theyuse turn signals?

But I still

don’t have

the homepage

content.It looks like the Weeping Willow, or Grandmother Willow; its still

old.College is like aboarding school.

You only see your family on holidays

but there’s a swimming pool.

2.5 hour plane ride and a 2 hour drive. And in between, a trip to the Cicero

McDonalds.

Its hotter than hell down here.

A lot of people smoke here. And they travel in herds.

I’m able to find work here. I probably couldn’t back home.

I hatepeople

who crossthe streetand don’tlook both

ways.They’re

really,really bad

drivers.Dad isgoingto help me practicedriving a stick. I know how to do it. I’m just out of practice. That moped is really

yellow.

Not having a car allows me to save money, and not get killed in a car accident like James.

At least I’m

building up my

portfolio and getting paidfor it.

Texas drivers are worse than Michigan drivers.