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the closeset thing to an adventure in cheney... 10-30-'o1: 12:02am sleep? haha. right. someone mentioned taco bell. i can't remember who it was...but someone had to go and say it. "man...i want taco bell." that was the decision: we were going. saying "i'm broke" didn't get me out of it this time...i mean...how can i refuse if they offer to buy me food? so i threw a sweatshirt over my lovely outfit of running pants and my nat'l concert band festival shirt and headed down the elevator. as we exited the building, it was proven once again that cheals has some kind of hex over the weather. this time, she commented on the lack of fog so far as we drove back from picking up her snow tires yesterday. "that's funny...i haven't seen a whole lot of fog yet." of course, when we got outside, that was shot to hell. we all piled into kim's red jeep and headed off down the creepy, windy road toward our divine goal of chicken quesadillas. it was like something out of a bad horror film...especially at the speed kim was driving. forty....forty five...fifty...i was suddenly seeing us careening into an oncoming car. we didn't hit it, though. instead, it flipped a u turn and...turned on it's lights. way to go. kim pulled over to the side of the road, digging into her console for her registration. it wasn't such a big deal...the cop on my side flashing his light over us kind of creeped me out, but kim was let off with a warning and we were allowed to continue our pilgramage to taco bell. i mean, she should have known better. this place has a pretty low crime rate...which means that the only things the cops have to do is break up parties and pull people over. both of which, i guess, she has had trouble with now. as we stopped in the parking lot, kim admitted one of the real reasons for her nervousness: "i was so freaked...my pipe was sitting right there and everything, i had to move it so he wouldn't see it." oh. really. but the chicken quesadilla was worth it. of course. regardless...i don't think i'll miss this when i move out at the end of the quarter. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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