Oldddddd.

20 August 2009

Off to learn about juveniles and their government-approved life without parole sentences. Hello, mercy.

26 August 2009

There’s a poster of Chad Reed hanging beside my bed. He was some guy on some dirt bike on some dirt track.

It’s the first thing I see every morning.

That has to be the best thing about marriage; opening your eyes and seeing a person, your person, not some cheap poster of a motorcycle taped to your wall.

“Good morning, Chad. You’re looking the same as ever.”

6 September 2009

I hate any academic buildings that are not Sanford, SLC, or Brooks. Business people do it better, newer, cleaner. Le Conte smells like old history textbooks, Boyd like the cats we dissected in Mrs. Sutton’s Anatomy lab, and Baldwin like arrogance, as only a sociology building can.