Travel
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Virgin Vicki
This is a guy we saw on Duval Street on our Summer 2008 Key West trip. He may possibly be homeless and/or have several venereal diseases. His cut-off T-shirt said “Tight like a virgin” and, as you can see, he is a fantastic dancer. Continue reading
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Oregon Fail
Get ready for a blast from the past. It’s 1994 and you’re back in elementary school. It’s Wednesday, so it’s time to go to the computer lab for activity. You have your choice of three games: Reader Rabbit (weak), Math Blaster (super weak), or everyone’s favorite–Oregon Trail. It’s funny, I never remember actually seeing the Continue reading
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Rich people, Chubs, and just saying “Phuket”
Tuesday afternoon Oz and I made the two hour journey down south to see a few bands play. We did the same thing we always do when we go down to Boca Raton: gawk at rich people. Their cars, houses, offices, boats. Nothing is safe. After walking around the mall and laughing at all the Continue reading
7-Eleven, August Burns Red, bass, Boca Raton, Brent Rambler, Chubs, crowd, Deerfield Beach, double bass, emo, emo losers, Emory, escalator, florida, Ft. Lauderdale, garbage pile, hell, hooker boots, Hot Topic, Jake Luhrs, jeans, Jnco, Phuket, Phuket Thai, rich people, slurpies, south Florida, sweaty hair, Target, Underoath -
Baby shit: My trip to Baltimore, Part I
I’m sitting on the plane getting ready to take off for Baltimore for wedding number two this weekend. I highly suspect that the baby in front of me shat himself before boarding the plane and the parents were simply too lazy to change him. So now it smells like baby shit. Yay. Now there are Continue reading
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Adios, Mexico trip
It deeply grieves me to say that I won’t be able to go on the off-campus Mexico trip this December. At this point you’re probably asking: Why, Sarah? Why aren’t you going on the two week, fun-filled, journal-tastic fiesta? The answer, my friends, is simply: money. I knew it wouldn’t be a cheap trip, but Continue reading
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