Markre de Sol: Behind the Ramparts and Dreaming

One man's quest to articulate the grunts and gurgles of modern life.

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Location: Chicagrocrag, IL, Fiji

I got like, this big, big stick of gum. I chew it a little bit at a time, because I wanna savor it.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Porpoise

Wazzaaaa,


I'm back in C-town from Souf Carolina ("raise up, take your shirt off, twist it in the air like a helicopter" - that's a rap song) . My spring break was peachy and restful. I zoomed through reading the first Harry Potter book (I'm a little late to hop on that bandwagon, huh?). I rode a bike on the beach, spotted woodland animals, took a dolphin watching cruise, and visited the once-legendary pirate cove, Savannre. Okay, so no pirates - but you can imagine.

I'm teaching again (for the last time perhaps). Going into the funnel cloud downspiral of my final quarter at OSU. In 2 months my thesis must be complete and passable - zoiks!

I've been working on children's story about Goblins and racism. Guzzle guzzle.

I recommend Kroger brand sleep socks. They make your feet feel like buzz buzz.

M

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