February 12, 2005
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It's a beautiful night. And I mean that. It is so warm that the rain feels like summer rain. The drops are soft as they run down my face. The night lights reflect in quivering yellow streaks across the puddles on the sidewalk and the wet lens of my glasses.
Ok. That was unnecessarily sappy. Deal.
Today I tutored at the Independence High School again with TOPS. Woke up decently on time, grabbed a Tomasitto's breakfast burrito and a large freshly squeezed orange juice (it was sooo good. hit the spot let me tell you) from Jamba Juice. Then I hopped on bus #831. At that time in the morning, it seemed to be the exact same group of strangers riding the bus as the last two times. There was a man with tourette's who has been there every time with his blue tassel hat and two large cups of coke shouting the names of every street we pass. I get to the high school on time, and It went very smoothly.
After American Heritage, lunch with Adrien, and physical science, I bought some canvas so that I can hopefully start painting the painting I've been getting ready for tomorrow. We'll see.
Tonight I went to Cafe Rio with Brian D. and Josh, and then we bummed around blockbuster and Albertsons, where we ran into Landon. Then we saw Electra at the dollar theater. It was worth a about a dollar. Walked home in the rain. It was so warm and refreshing that I went on another walk by myself. And now we're back to where we started.
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jamba juice is magical
My mom has started reading my xanga, and she followed one of your comments here, and when I called her the other day she interrupted my monologue and said:
"Who is that very cute mormon boy who commented on your xanga? I think his name is Dan"
So, if my mother had her way I would be moving to Utah right now, and she would personally do everything in her power to make us date. Consider yourself mother approved.
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