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hobostories

i cleaned up my room/folded my laundry. one trash bag filled. step into tevas. walk to dumpster. put bag in dumpster. hobo get startled. "sorry." "i don't know why i got startled. maybe because of experience." i go back to room

project

J: r u going anywhere for spring break?
me: I'm going on a cruise but i'm here for the weekend. Why?
J: shit. I'll be gone the whole week too and the 504 propopsal is due the week we ger back
me: Wait. Wtf is the 504 proposal?!
J: for the project
me: What project? Wtf is going on in this class
J: lol don fuck with me
me: I seriously didn't know there was a project
J: well do u think u could come up with a project idea wif Steve over the weekend? I'm game for anythig
me: i'll try

Steve: You didn't know there was a project? You're out of the group.

wilson farm guy had green nail polish. i wanted to pound, but would've been awkward. i bought my green tea and left

nothing has ever happened

i have nothing to write about because lately, nothing is uneventful enough


we found a place to live next year. now we won't be hobos. but i will still dress like a hobo. hobo to the end ::pounds my fellow hobos::

our place has a badass old slanted balcony. Jun is afraid of it. we'll play chess there like old people. none of the bedrooms have windows. that's going to be so weird. i'm going to decorate it this time. my decorations will probably make me feel uncomfortable and want to stay away from my room. maybe i'll decorate my room right now. i can hang up that

i im'd Matt to ask about project. he was away. he came back and signed off. fuck