Day 365
My last day!
I love this blog…but I’m the worst at posting on time.
So while I’m super sad that this is over, it’ll be nice not to worry about updating.
Goodbye, Penguillamango. <3
Day 364
Vagabond: “Can I interest you in a song about Bestiality?”
Us: “Uhm, …no tha-“
“Well too bad!! IIII’m fucking an animallll…” *indecipherable guitar riffs*
Day 362
I experienced my first ever block party tonight.
Most people would piece together form the name the fact that a block party consists of festivities on the entire said block. I, however, didn’t quite catch up until about five minutes after I commented on the overwhelming number of people out and about on the streets. What I thought a block party was before this realization, I have no idea.
Welcome to Eugene, my dear Madelyn.
Day 361
Sooo, apparently if you have the awesome ability to type as fast as I can (with my NINE good fingers), Facebook gets super pissed and sends repeated security code obstacles telling you that you’re annoying.
How do I know this?
Definitely not ‘cause I spent 45 minutes of my life having a rapidly paced witty convo race with some friends.
Definitely not that.
Day 360
Happy Birthday Oresta, I hope I get to see you at some point!
Oh, I’m driving over right now in a car full of happy birthday surprisers?
How sneaky.
Day 357
Four scars from the surgery that concluded a summer spent in casts?
Worth it.
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