College visitor returns to paper.

hey guys...I'm back. Back to the world where school poses as important and consumes everything. But it might be better than square world.

So I left on an excellent adventure saturday afternoon, after a dentist guy made my mouth hurt again, said it was good for me, even though it didn't hurt. Whatever. So Sarah, Graham and I left on our adventure. We didn't actually get there till about 9 or so. Ferry delays, and krisy kreme distractions, you know, that sort of stuff. Mhm. For all who are wondering, Mike is still Mike, and Cronk is still Cronk. They are definately just as awesome as ever. Mike found a replacement of me too. Older, has loads of batman stuff (that he didn't tell mike about until yesterday! Mike was happy...umm, no), may have a skewed veiw on women, according to one, and strives to be the different guy. He seemed pretty cool. He's already heard have my stories though, cuz he's been with Mike a while now. It's weird. It's like, you are watching a movie, then you leave for a minute, and when you come back, someone else is there to, and you try to fill them in, but they already know. It just leads to awkwardness. Yup.

I learned how to play crib too. Badly, but I learned how to play. Anti crib seems like more fun, prolly because it inverts the game. It's different and weird and... well, I like it. What else should I tell you? Oh, and Jon? Remember that mod reduction party we had that time? Well, apparently that dancing is quite popular. I accidentaly started dancing in public, and got an encore. Oops... And not everything is relative, guys. And I'm really bad at arguing points. Err...Viewpoints.

We were at the living waters church in fort langley...rewind. We were at the college, and Michael said he knew the way to living waters. We believed him. Michelle, Reid, Michael and I. He didn't. Somehow we avoided all the major roads, (found mctavish by the way...Cronk started looking for his house.) and got there about ten minutes late. That's what trips are about. If something ridiculous hasn't happened... why hasn't it? I guess some could say it's for bonding...boo.

Then when we got to the church, there was a called for all attractive young adults to stand up. Michael Cronk is the only attractive young adult who heard the call, apparently. They say I can't go to young adults here cuz I'm not old enough. Hey Andrew, we should talk soon. Fix that up good. We had a couple good fight to the deaths...pretty much the summary of amazing. I almost wanted to stay there, knowing I couldn't. I don't and won't fit. Even the transitory square world won't hold the likes of me. It would probably kill him if I stayed there too long. And no, I'm not telling you what square world is. I just don't really want to be back to this world either. But I'm already in...Why? Why is routine so addictive?

Graham, if you ever read this, just to tell you a little bit about poems; they aren't always to be artistic. Or even poetic. Not all poems anyway. Poems express the exact feelings of the poet at the time that they write it. If I felt really emo right now and went and wrote a poem, I would prolly think it is the worst thing ever once I read it when I was in my right mind. Of course, my right mind may be a far cry from anything right and sane. That was poorly presented and out of context. Ignore it. Why are you still reading?

If you say thing that are real, just so that you sound real, does that still make you fake?

This concludes the show
*curtains close*
*exits through the ceiling, of course*