Listening to: Trouble Man--Marvin Gaye
I don't know what to think about this fall. 12 hours to go. 4 more classes. 4 final classes. This place is all I've known for the past 5 years. I found myself laying on God's holy ground: The Grove, and realize I won't be able to lay here everyday. I won't be able to walk LeenaDOG through this hallowed ground. I won't be able to look at the highest concentration of beautiful women in maybe the whole world as far as I'm concerned. Bitter fuc*ing sweet it is, I'm excited as shit about this football season. The Rebs are looking for a big season with some top prospects that Nutt says have "a whole lot of heart." Can't wait for this Saturday. Not quite sure what the mormon fanbase of BYU will think of The Grove and all of its sacred debauchery and drunkenness, of which I will most definitely be immersed in. SUBJECT CHANGE: Working in different kitchens for the past 4 years, I've come to know what to expect during football season. Your gonna be working. Get over yourself. NO ONE can go to every game. Which is why I'm contemplating quitting my job to find something on campus or with the local papers to which I may not have to work on the weekends. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Well, off to class in which my teacher might pass away before midterms. Paz Amigos
