[That would be Dexter Freebish].
After the days of finals... cleaned up the room... cleaned off the improvised whiteboards...
Said goodbye to the winter wonderland of Lancaster, PA...
So... I had an early flight out on the morning of the 19th. I tried going to sleep relatively early... but that didn't work out so well.
I'm convinced my neighbor is a druglord. She demands respect. Like a mofia leader, you just don't mess with her. She has a nice public image though. Went out to have chinese food with her once. She doesn't believe in God or organized religion. [Chalk one up.]
Last night, a dazed me returning to my room at 3am-ish from the bathroom witnessed this:
Weed smoke heavy on the air. Trippy music blasting. A random guy comes up to her door. He neverously gives a :knock knock knock:. [Its not just him, its lots of random guys.] He :nervously opens the door:. He prefaces his entry, "Sorry, I knocked first..." He steps in, the busic blares into the hallway, and the door closes behind him. The smell of smoke comes again at full speed not too long after.
I was just sorting through my quotes the other day, and came across this:
"If you're not depressed, you're just not paying attention." - Mac Albright
This wise man passed away last Friday, may he rest in peace.
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