So, I'm jumping on a bus at the beginning of Spring Break and riding for 26 hours to Birmingham, Ala. to check out this internship business. I'm kinda freaked out. Who rides on buses, anyway? I'm imagining some creepos. But does that make me a creepo, too? I'm also imagining someone watching me while I'm sleeping on the bus or something. Oh yay.
So I'm kind of scared to visit Bham. Last time I was there, it didn't exactly feel like it was the safest place in the world--well, not compared to Nebraska, obviously. Yikes. I think I'll buy some pepper spray.
And if I don't make it back, well, Amanda, you can have all my clothes. Including Grandma's letter sweater. And all my purses.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
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