[i've figured out that i'm a very easy person to please when it comes to feeding me. i can go for totally easy like pb&j or carnation instant b for weeks on end. that's all. there is really no point to any of that.]
hours later i finally have a moment of peace and quiet. not that i've been dying for it, just happens to be that way. ryan is upstairs with his fam doing what ryan does with fam. he gave me this here notebook that i now scribe into. over the last week i had been writing in my old notepad that used to be my hw todo list, but that filled up, blank hotel note paper, and the back of some of our infinite supply of online maps we use. he thinks all this shit is my diary. i guess it is. but i don't want this to form into a permanent written diary. this is basically blog stuff here. and i wish i could write everything here. just the way it is i guess. ryan and i had quite the time with the foreigners from every eastern euro country working at cedar point on some college study abroad thing. there was maria slutskya and katriana whoriscova. i prolly got really burnt today. and just like that, my inspiration has run dry.
apt #, parking 50 for 1st, internet, ryan till sun,
apt 117north 3 guys.
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