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Aug. 5th, 2006 09:05 pmLast day of bartending class-wise. Now I need to take my final and speed test. I passed the midterm! I thought I'd failed. But obviously I didn't fuck up too badly because I PASSED!!! So next weekend is speed test. I'm going to do the final sometime this coming week. Gotta study.
Fun story. I was in the train station with Weronika after class (pronounced Veronica, she's Polish) when two guys approached us. One actually stayed to talk to us, the other kind of went off on his own because he was shy or something. So the guy, Joseph, I think, told us about how he and his friend Brian had come to Philadelphia for Ozzfest and their bag was stolen. They wondered if we could lend them some cash (they needed $24) and offered their MP3 player in exchange. During this little story Joseph mentioned that he was from Brooklyn. His wording was something like, "Brian and I are from Brooklyn, we go to this art school Pratt." Then I replied, "I'm GOING to Pratt!" From there we went on a tangent where I found out that he lives off campus with a few other people and is majoring in linolium block carving. He has stuff in galleries, as well. So, yeah. It was crazy weird. But we believed their story, and he was willing to give us his MP3 player (which I think he knew we'd decline) so we got our extra money together and gave it to them. We also exchanged email information so we could get in tough again. In the end, I met two people who go to Pratt in an extremely odd way and they got the money needed to get home. Fin.
Yesterday night I went shopping with my mother, Cara, and her mother at Target. We got shit loads of stuff for college. And we've decided that I'm bringing the trunk I used for sleepaway camp to pack stuff in and if there's room, I'll keep it in the dorm. It will be so I can store stuff I don't want people getting at like my DVDs or books or something. I thought it was a pretty good idea. Hopefully there will be room for it. But if not, I'll figure something out.
Argh. College in two weeks. Crazy. I don't like growing up. Why can't it be summer forever?
Fun story. I was in the train station with Weronika after class (pronounced Veronica, she's Polish) when two guys approached us. One actually stayed to talk to us, the other kind of went off on his own because he was shy or something. So the guy, Joseph, I think, told us about how he and his friend Brian had come to Philadelphia for Ozzfest and their bag was stolen. They wondered if we could lend them some cash (they needed $24) and offered their MP3 player in exchange. During this little story Joseph mentioned that he was from Brooklyn. His wording was something like, "Brian and I are from Brooklyn, we go to this art school Pratt." Then I replied, "I'm GOING to Pratt!" From there we went on a tangent where I found out that he lives off campus with a few other people and is majoring in linolium block carving. He has stuff in galleries, as well. So, yeah. It was crazy weird. But we believed their story, and he was willing to give us his MP3 player (which I think he knew we'd decline) so we got our extra money together and gave it to them. We also exchanged email information so we could get in tough again. In the end, I met two people who go to Pratt in an extremely odd way and they got the money needed to get home. Fin.
Yesterday night I went shopping with my mother, Cara, and her mother at Target. We got shit loads of stuff for college. And we've decided that I'm bringing the trunk I used for sleepaway camp to pack stuff in and if there's room, I'll keep it in the dorm. It will be so I can store stuff I don't want people getting at like my DVDs or books or something. I thought it was a pretty good idea. Hopefully there will be room for it. But if not, I'll figure something out.
Argh. College in two weeks. Crazy. I don't like growing up. Why can't it be summer forever?
