I bought cool shoes from Charleton for three dollars.

And I'm gonna wear them around campus.

And look cool.

As I

WALKA WALKA WALKA WALKA WALK!

WALKA WALKA WALKA WALKA WALK!

WALKA WALK WALKA WALK WALKA WALK!

I'm so cool. I'm so cool. I'm so cool.

No, but seriously, they're pretty tight. They're from Urban Outfitters. I think I can be Zac Belair's friend now.

If I were he, I'd wear so much Urban stuff. They really are the coolest store these days. Next to sleepy arts town thrift stores.


Red White and Fucking Blue, bitches.

Also, National Geographic terrifies me. It also terrifies the ghost of William Wordsworth. Why? Look at the cover.

I don't want to spoil the surprise.

But even though they probably have sound evidence, it's one of those things I'm going to refuse to believe in. Like the easter bunny. And gravity.

Aw well, science ruins everything.

I want to munch munch on some celery.

And I want to go to college in Reed or NYU.

And eat chocolates with friends.

I'm bringing my cast some chocolate tonight.

Love,
Anthony