You know, lately I've been havin a lot of song nostalgia. I'll hear a song, prolly one i hear all the time but just suddenly instead of just reminding me of well, whatever that song reminds me of (I'm pretty sure this is fairly universal, hearing a song and having it remind you of various happenings or people or times), it just completely takes me back to that time/place/event/person. I was at the bar the other night, talking and having a good time with my friends, and "Hanginaround" by the Counting Crows came on. And suddenly I was staring off into space; instead of Mark's Brother's I was in my sophomore dorm room, living with Dana. I had the cd and "Hanginaround" was the only song Dana could stand on the whole thing. Meli and I claimed it as "our song" one more victim for the list "We spend all day getting sober. Just hiding from daylight, watching TV. We just look a lot better in the blue light.." It was our Sig Pi song, our day after Sig Pi song. EVERYTHING was our song, from Sneaker Pimps to Sublime to Blue Oyster Cult and Whitney Houston; I could go on.

But that's off track. It's so easy to get off track, especially with memories. I mean they're always there, somewhat dormant, but everyone once in a while something jogs them hard, and you're there, and it's real and tangible and you can almost touch it. Sort of, no very, bittersweet, because man I miss that time, and it's great to remember it til i can almost feel myself there, but the almost just reminds me that I'm not there, can't go back, it doesn't exist anymore.

That time in particular was so crazy and amazing it's almost like I never was there. Some times in your life are memories before they're even begun. They're just not meant to really be real. Some things are so incredible you just can't stop to think "Wow, I am living this; this is real, RIGHT NOW. It's too visceral and there are no thoughts of memories, either of the past, or of the present becoming the past. That's what that time in my life was for me, and I wish I could explain it to anyone who might be listening out there, but for someone who is supposedly a writer, words fail me far too often.

Anyway, I was at the bar again tonight (oh, go figure), hanging out with my friends, laughing and talking, as the jukebox played "Linger" by the Cranberries. I never did like the group but I loved that song, and it wanted to remind me of something but I think maybe it reminded me of memory in general. For a second I took a step back and realized, as much as I love to complain about Mansfield, and as much as I need to get out, right then, with my friends, at THE bar (the only one), watching Mullet do the Hamster Dance, sitting with my little, as Lisa box stepped and wheels harassed Nicci, I was happy, and this, like everything else in life but especially in college, was nice in a simple way but easily taken for granted that it's lease was wickedly short. By this time next year, my little, Lisa, Nicci, and I will all be gone. Probably a lot of the Phi Kaps and my other friends at the bar too. College is a strange transitory period. You make these amazing relationships but everyone is leaving and coming into your life all the time. It's so crazy.

Anyway, yes again anyway, someone played several Grateful Dead songs on the jukebox, which made Nicci very happy, and after Shakedown Street (Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street. Used to be the heart of town. Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart. You just gotta poke around.) she commented how "No one likes the dead anymore. Everyone likes Phish." And you know, things move on. The people who loved the dead and now love Phish still love the dead I am sure. But if these people love live music, they can follow Phish around. If they want new music, Phish still makes it. It's not that they don't still love the dead, it's just that maybe they changed their focus a little. So even if you swear you won't, what does that get you? Things move on, and as much as I can't believe I'm saying this, change is good, you gotta roll with it. I was definitely the one at high school graduation saying "I'll always keep in touch" and when I left ESU, I swore I'd be down there every weekend and I'd come back and all. But you know what? I gave up my high school life for my ESU life. If you keep one foot in either, it does nothing but tear you apart. You have to pick one or the other; the past or the present. You have to pick one and stick with it and make it your present. When I go back to ESU now, yeah, I miss it a LOT. But you know what, ESU as I left it no longer exists. My friends have graduated and transferred and moved off campus and met new friends and there's been so many new freshmen and transfers coming in. People who were still in high school when I left have now been lowly freshmen, and cocky sophomores, and over it juniors. It's their ESU now. Their friends are graduating and moving on too. A couple of them have even lived in my dorm room, slept on my dorm bed. And it's taken me a long time to get to the point where that's ok to me. It's taken a while to really be ok with the concept of moving on. But it's ok. It really is. I realize that now. People sit in my seat in the high school cafeteria. The house where I had my first kiss was plowed under to make way for the new highway. Different people sit on the couches WE used to sit on the Union, and the quad is filled with people that I don't know. The brothers in the fraternities I frequented have graduated, and some of the fraternities themselves have lost or changed houses. But this is ok, because when I leave a place, even one that is very special to me, it instantly begins changing, and even if I went back one day later, it would already be slightly different. Every place I visit is not going to be left as a shrine for me, so that I can revisit it whenever I wish. When I decide to leave a place, whether it's a party, my dorm room, or my town, I have to realize that I am leaving for someplace else and when I come back nothing is guaranteed to stay the same. If it's important to me all I can do is file it away in my memory, and live wherever I am as best I can, because in my experience there's almost always certainly something I'll miss later.

I miss my friends at ESU. A LOT. It kind of hurts a little sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice coming here. But now when i leave here, not only do I have a lot of people I will miss til it hurts, I will even miss this stupid town, as much as I hate to admit it. So even if I did go back, I'd still be screwed because I'd still be missing people and hurting. There's no point in going back. Going back, moving back; back is the key word. Forward is the only way to go. How that logic works I'm not quite sure because by moving forward I'm just going to miss two sets of people and meet more people to miss later, but that's how life is, and I'm going with it.

Incidentally, this isn't meant to be some sort of deep thought of any kind, and I don't intend it to be some insightful musings on how life works. It's just something I was thinking, because honestly it did take me a long time to really accept moving on and progress as a basic tenat of life and stop fighting against it so damned hard.

As for what else is going on in my life, I don't think I really have the energy to get into that right now. Maybe another time. Maybe. No promises, cause a journal for no reason isn't really my thing. It's late, and time to sleep.

8.31.2001 2:35 AM
Can I just say, you know you're at a Tioga County party when people arrive on dirt bikes and four wheelers.

8.27.2001 11:34 AM
Ok so I'm sitting in a computer lab at Mansfield University. I have NO phone at home. It's really weird, and I can't get ahold of Dave and I don't remember his room number. So, back to sitting at a computer lab in Mansfield, and waiting for my car loan to go through. Hopefully I will have a car by this week! I also have to go find a job in town today.

8.26.2001 11:08 PM
So last night I went to a high school party. And Wednesday I go to the first class of my fourth year in college. Haha. It was so bizarre. On one hand it felt weird like I was in high school again, cuz nothing had changed and there I was drinking beer in the woods. But on the other hand, I felt really, really old. One kid was talking about getting his permit in a few days when he turned 21, another said, "This is my sixth beer ever," and I'm sorry, but we did NOT look that young when we were in high school. I don't think I was ever that young. I was never in high school. I can't even relate anymore. Talking about my life in high school is like talking about a movie I saw. It just seems sooo far away and so unreal; it couldn't have happened. I must have dreamed high school.....

Someday I'll probably look back on college and say the same thing. Ahhh I don't wanna grow up any more....

Updates - new section of amusing aim convos and a few new pictures including my best friend Julie's 21st birthday. More updates on life and such soon.

7.17.2001 3:35 PM
Last night was my best friend Julie's birthday, which was completely awesome. We had tons of fun and I'll put the pics up when I get them back, and get around to it! Sadly enough, it was also her cousin Josh's 22nd. 22nd birthday - what a bummer. It's like "Hey, you're not special anymore - now you're just old." Lol, what a letdown after 21!

6.16.2001 11:39 PM
Ben on sensitivity:
"Fucking cripples. They get all the good spots"

5.28.2001 11:06 PM
New AIM Profile up tonight.

5.28.2001 1:03 PM
There are sooo many great things which we take for granted every day, and don't realize how great they are til we lose them. On that note, HOT WATER FUCKING RULES!!!

5.20.2001 2:01 PM
Here's a ponderance: Why do people without a strong grasp of the English language message me on ICQ, when I'm pretty sure that whatever I filled out for them to search for me says that I speak only English. Why don't they search for someone who speaks their language? Here's an excerpt from an email I got today:

From: tamlan@21cn.com
Subject: Yesterday,I am very glad to meet you on ICQ!
Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 23:39:17 +0800

Dear newfriend:
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Weird.....

5.17.2001 7:24 AM
Yesterday I got hired at the Beaver House, which, though it sounds like a cheesy strip club, is actually a rather nice, very busy, and moderately pricey restaraunt - probably the most expensive in Stroudsburg though I could be wrong since I don't eat at pricey restaraunts much. The point is, I am going to make good tips. Here's an exerpt from a conversation with my friend and fellow alcoholic Adam on what I'll be doing with this new influx of cash:

AprilElizabeth33: i'll make mad money
Cleadis3: thats awesome
AprilElizabeth33: and then
AprilElizabeth33: i will drink it all
Cleadis3: ha ha
Cleadis3: and buy me stuff
AprilElizabeth33: yeas it will be like pretty woman
AprilElizabeth33: you can be my kept whore
AprilElizabeth33: but you would have to be a cheap whore
AprilElizabeth33: but that's ok cuz you are
AprilElizabeth33: hehe
Cleadis3: i am cheap
Cleadis3: a bottle of JD per week
Cleadis3: i'm fine
AprilElizabeth33: LOL
AprilElizabeth33: what about "whisky" brand whisky?
Cleadis3: screw that shit
Cleadis3: name brand
AprilElizabeth33: lol
AprilElizabeth33: not so cheap as you thought???
Cleadis3: yea
AprilElizabeth33: oooh maybe i will start buying like, the big bottles of liquor
Cleadis3: sweet
AprilElizabeth33: maybe i will even stop buying generic liquor...

5.15.2001 3:17 AM
AIM profile up.....the search for a life continues....

5.14.2001 9:20 PM
Today I sent out the annual year-email to the ESUers, a sappy, long email that I feel the need to write each year. Hell, you can look at last year's too.

In other news, I think I am going to start posting my aim profile on here. I have no idea why anyone would care to, but this way when I change it, you can look at the old ones. I have too much free time....

Speaking of such, I also went job hunting today.

5.9.2001 4:32 AM
Today's entry will be sexually oriented, since I feel the need to discuss: the Wet Spot. The Wet Spot is to be expected from sex of course. But the embarassing thing is when you are the girl and you leave the Wet Spot. You're like, "I didn't leave the Wet Spot! You left the Wet Spot." "How could I leave the Wet Spot; I was wearing a condom!" "I don't care. I didn't leave the Wet Spot." It's just embarassing to leave the Wet Spot!!!

4.29.2001 3:16 PM
So we now have five ducks total. Otis's boys are chillin' with him. He and Lamar seem to have made amends. We've got Otis, Lamar, TuPac, and J.D. Sondra's a pimp.
I guess it is time to do shout outs for fixing my computer. I actually did the reinstall-Windows part by myself, which I was quite proud of, or as my profile said and is gonna say until I think of something else to say:

Hey my computer is working and back online, and I did it all by myself*

*thanks to:
Mom for letting me charge the restore cd on her credit card
Matters J for telling me how to copy my files before I erased my hard drive
Sarah for fronting my broke ass the cash to buy floppy disks
Kevin for helping me save all of my important files, and also for helping me get the drivers for my modem, and also for getting my soundcard to work
Other Jess for letting me use her computer to download the drivers off of the website
Benno for making the drivers work

Other than that, I did it by myself! ;-)

4.28.2001 11:57 PM
Ahhh Springfest....or as my away message said all day:

Superbowl is to football as ________ is to party.

a.) your mom
b.) the World Series
c.) fucking SPRINGFEST at ESU 2001 - woooooh!!!!
d.) Star Trek convention
...here at ESU we're not good at football; we're not good at basketball - none of us are true athletes - we're all athletic supporters. We will never be at the Rose Bowl or the Final Four. But what we can do is DRINK!!! We've been training all year and THIS...IS........SPRINGFEST!!!!!

then there was the away message upon my return:

Returned from: Springfest, week I
Attended: Second Street, Lacrosse, Soccer.
Consumed: Two fifths of Bacardi 151, several beers, one joint.
Going since: 3pm.
Remember: Little...I'll have to wait for the pictures!!!

Oh I should mention that before we could even get ready for Springfest, we had to drive back from State College (three hours away) where we woke up at nine am! I'll finish off by quoting my first away message of the day:

And what have we learned this weekend, girls??? Random internet boys are better than guys we know from work!!!

The girls know what I am talking about - tapered pants!!! The U.P.P.!!!!

4.26.2001 4:25 AM
Nobody is ever really from Philadelphia. You're like, "So where are you from?" and they're like, "Oh, I'm from Philly," and if you ask what area, the answer is usually like: "Well, I'm actually from Plymouth Meeting," or "Actually, I live outside of Philly - ever hear of Norristown?" or even "Well I really live in Lansdale" and then "It's right outside of Philly." And then you ask how far it is from Philaldelphia, and they're like "Oh, a little over an hour." What the fuck?!?! Then you don't live in Philly and it's not "right outside" of Philly either!!! I'm going to start saying that I am from Philly when people ask, and if they ask what part, I'll say "Well I'm actually from Blossburg - it's outside of Philly," and when they ask how far, I'll say "Oh, about four hours." I mean I could say I live in Williamsport - which most PA people have heard of - when I am asked, since it's about 45 minutes away from Bloss and I was after all born there, but I don't, since I don't live there. At the most, I say I'm from Mansfield - 10 minutes from my hometown - which is a little more recognizable than Blossburg. Damn. Maybe I'll start saying I'm from Houston...
Also, did you ever notice people never say they live in, say, New York when they live outside of New York? That's because a New Yorker would kick their ass if they did.

Finally, a shout out to Kevin, who actually is from Philadelphia - his address even says so.

4.24.2001 12:07 PM
Ah I can't believe my compu was broken for so long. Oh well it was too damned nice to be inside anyway! 4-20 was a blast (hehe) as was our road trip to Penn State, and we've also acquired "pet" ducks. Our pool is still tarped up, and ducks have taken to landing there, much to the delight of Dan's black lab, Leroy. Sarah's himilayan Tyson doesn't care too much. Well the male mallard, Otis, somehow broke his wing, so now he is stuck in the pool. His woman, Sondra, spends a lot of time here to be with him, but now this other duck Lamar is trying to move in on her, right in front of Otis! It's like Duck Jerry Springer....

4.05.2001 6:15 AM
Shout outs time, just like on TRL. First off to Kevin, who kept me up this late - but hey didn't I tell you a story of mine for two days straight? Hehe.
Second of all, to the Shavins' Game, which shall never be understood by anyone but me and Ben. Shavins, clippins, trimmins, pluckins, waxins, scrapins, and of course, strokins! What what.

4.04.2001 4:57 PM
Quote of last night: "That's how I got my life-sized cardboard cutout of Billy Joel." -Eric Weingarten

3.30.2001 3:58 PM
Quote of the day: "I'll sell you this $75 phone card for $50; I need money for drugs" -Random Pi Lam brother in Monroe hallway
Quote of last night: "She wasn't all that hot, but she has fake breasts and that's all that matters" -Overheard at Flood's

3.28.2001 1:01 PM
Did you ever have that moment in the shower where the water is so hot, but not at all so hot that it scalds you; it's just perfect: shower nirvana! Ahhh....

Also, I was looking through some old things and found a Christmas gift from my mom's husband's brother's girlfriend, Amy (got that?)....it's one of those magnetic notepads for phone messages. Now that might not seem out of the ordinary to anyone until you consider that at Christmas, I was living alone. So what kind of messages would I write?

April -
Julie called, you talked to her. Call her tomorrow.
-April

Seriously!!!

3.27.2001 9:40 PM
Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up: yum
Took a fish head out to see a movie;
Didn't have to pay to get it in!!!

For those of you who don't know what I am talking about:
Step 1. Type "Fish Heads - Barnes & Barnes" into Napster, or BearShare or Aimster or whatever file sharing client you use.
Step 2. Enjoy!!!!

3.26.2001 3:36 PM
I survived Spring Break; not in the cool sense like I survived partying in Cancun or anything, but in the sense where I survived all of my friends leaving for a week and me being by myself! Last night I had to call into work so I ended up going out to eat with Sarah, hitting the bar with Ben, and ending up watching movies and the Sopranos at my place til some rather late hour. Oh, and by the way, FRIENDS DON'T BITE FRIENDS!!!

3.23.2001 2:30 AM
Ah it is boring with all of my friends gone (Spring Break): tonight I stayed in, got a sandwhich from Wawa and completed and sent out a wonderful Survey; check it out if you're bored enough.

03.17.2001 11:22 PM
Ok, so here it is a Saturday night, St. Patrick's day no less, about 11:30 at night yet I am sober as all hell....I think the Irish in me is on strike and I can no longer claim any Irish heritage....sigh....

03.16.2001 11:37 PM
Tonight at work, I wrote a little haiku:

If one pan falls in
The kitchen; does it make a sound?
Yes: crash clatter bang

That's the first thing I've written in ages. I think it proves less why I'm a writing major and more why I'm not in school right now....

03.16.2001 6:37 AM
I went out at 10:15 pm last night, and I'm just getting in. I usually hit the bars on Thursday and the party I just got back from is a strong reminder why. I went to my old stomping grounds (code name: Wal*Mart) where I know just about everyone there, which of course leads to what else: Soap Opera: "As the Room Spins." This person is fighting with that person and that my best friend's FWB's friend is harassing my best friend, and person x wants to hook up with person y but person why doesn't want to so person y is going after person z, so person x is beign a jealous bitch to person z, and then someone else has a problem with me, and yet another person is blowing me off, and then I get wind of some new rumors, and ahhh it was just an ordeal. But I liked it anyway. : )

3.13.2001 11:34 PM
How awesome was this afternoon? All morning and early afternoon it was miserable, grey, and rainy, But by the time I headed out for work around 4pm, it was one of those fresh, clean, crisp moments when the steam's done rising, the sun's begun shining, and the cement has that splotchy, half-dried thing going on. Of course, then I had to go to work. Oh well.

3.13.2001 5:02 AM
You know who has to be the smartest man in history? The guy who put the first dartboard in a bar, and gave darts to the drunk patrons. This thought occured to me last night. I got back from work a little late; too late to get a case at the distributor. Since the girls and I were going to a little b.y.o. get-together, that meant I had to do a bar run. There was no way to the bar without passing through the dart game. I said "excuse me" like 5 times yet still almost lost an eye. This is to any bar owners who might be reading this: HEY GENIUS: DARTS AND DRUNKS DON'T MIX!!! Damn...

3.10.2001 11:45 PM
It was a dark and stormy night. I was alone in my car, navigating the twisting mountain roads delivering pizzas. No, nothing bad happened; isn't that bad enough? Delivering pizzas in the rain sucks.

3.9.2001 3:30 PM
Ahh....I'm still paying for last night. I would just like to thank Ben for ever having me taste a whiskey sour; if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been able to give that fine performance in the Monroe Hall bathroom last night, much less the encores in my own this morning. Also, though it was nice of you to hold my hair, was it necessary to gloat that you outdrank me? Couldn't that have waited til tomorrow???

3.8.2001 3:19 AM
Interesting. I am a very happy person in the summer. All that sunshine just gets to me! I get in this windows down, hair blowing in wind, Dave Matthews/Sublime on stereo, open road freedom kinda vibe and it's sweet as hell.
I'm kinda pissed at American Beauty for ripping off my beauty everywhere schtick. I totally said that like a good year before that flick came out.
Anyway, I'm done with summer classes, and fall semester at East Stroudsburg for that matter too. Right now I'm not in school, but I am in East Stroudsburg, just being 21, hanging with my friends, working, and driving my cute teal SC2 which is a definite improvement over poor Blue, my beleaguered old Dodge Colt.
Interesting point of the day? I was working tonight, waitressing/running reg at the Italian place where I work, and some guy came in and got a can of soda and a meatball sub to eat there. I rang him up, Tony gave him the sub, and he went into the dining room. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, he returns and asks me, "Did I pay with a twenty?"
Now, normally, I would never remember what someone paid with 2 minutes ago, much less when you let 20 minutes pass. But for some reason I clearly remembered him handing me a ten. So I said, "I believe you gave me a ten" and continued wiping down the counter.
Well the guy was not satisfied. He asked me several more times if I was sure, then said that he must have paid with a twenty, since he only had a twenty and a fifty in his wallet. I was becoming unsure what to do, so I threw Tony a Look. Tony told me to just give the guy the change. But when I opened my drawer, I didn't even have a twenty in there. So, obviously, the guy didn't pay with one. When I told the guy this, he actually had the nerve to suggest that I had taken the twenty! At this point, the owner of the ski shop next door, who had been visiting, started telling the guy not to call me a liar or a thief, and the guy got pissed and stormed out. I thought that was the last of it til he picked up his can and glass of soda, meatball sub, and newspaper and threw them in a violent arc across the restaraunt, leaving a lovely mess for me to clean. "You get back here and clean this up, asshole!" shouted our now-angry neighbor
"Fuck you!" the guy replied, and drove off, but not before we jotted down his plates (New Jersey of course) from his Blazer. We called the cops with the info so the guy can be hit with a nice cleaning bill and a fine for disorderly conduct.
Sometimes being vindictive is nice.

6.15.2000 1:33 AM
Dude, I am a sssslacka! If anyone actually reads these, sorry for not keepin up of late. Don't worry, you haven't missed much; I have been very bored lately. For example, my friend Julie and I have been bored enough to arrange a marriage between our cars. Previous fits of boredom have led us to believe that my white 1990 Dodge Colt, Blue, was dating Bertha, her red 1990 Dodge Shadow. We anticipate adorable pink hatchback babies. At any rate, those wishing to contact the happy couple may do so in care of Blue DodgeColt at DCBlue_33@hotmail.com

6.12.2000 10:09 AM
Some days start out with the impression of being a negative force in one's life and end up providing more than their share of joy. Though the day started out with a rash of road rage and disgruntlement at parking availability, it swiftly showed improvement. First of all, I got back my history test marked with a B from a prof with a rep as being near-impossible (quote from a friend: "people do pass his tests....but it's rare.") More importantly, I went grocery shopping and found Magic Stars (Lucky Charms' generic counterpart with a more favorable marshmellow-to-oatie ratio. For more airy, fluffy-good nutrition, no doubt) on sale, 2 boxes for $3! Rejoicing overcame the land.

6.11.2000 7:03 PM
Today was one of those hot, rainy days that makes you feel like a tiger pent up in a cage when you're inside your house, so I decided to stop worrying about frizzy hair and wet clothes and just go run around outside. The world is beautiful while it's being cleaned.

6.10.2000 9:40 AM
Concerned parties will be happy to know that I have purchased a new Sublime sticker and affixed it to the same position on my Colt. Also, I have noticed today (as I do many days) that there is so, so much love and beauty in the world. You can't go out looking for it; it finds you. But you can make yourself conducive to it. It's like lightning to a lightning rod.

6.7.2000 11:45 AM
I opened the hatch of my car today and noticed an empty spot on window where there had been Sublime sticker. I guess while I was in class, someone walked by my car and decided to rip it off my window. I was pissed at first. I don't know if they were able to use it or just felt like being mean, but if their goal was to put me in a bad mood, I was determined not to let them win. I made it a point to be nice to everyone for the rest of the day, and their reactions kept me in a good mood. I can always buy a new sticker for $3; why let someone else's attitude rub off on me?

6.6.2000 9:53 AM
Today's a pretty important anniversary for me. It was two years ago today that I graduated high school, and in 8 days, the current crop of seniors will walk across the stage and into oblivion. I kinda wish I could tell them some stuff I wish someone had told me. My own little graduaion address.
Growing up I wasn't very close to my family, so I relied on my friends for support and strength. I was fortunate enough to have found a wonderful extended family in my class of 44 other students.
Maybe I knew that I depended on these people too my much for my strength. Maybe I knew I needed to find my own backbone, so I decided to go to school 200 miles away, in a town I had been to only once, and where I knew not one soul.
It was this day two years ago that I took the first step; let go of my security blanket and stopped being April Moore, North Penn High School student, and started becoming April Moore, whoever she is. At this time two years ago, I'm sure I was a little nervous, a little scared, but mostly sad to say goodbye to my little surrogate family. I know there's nothing I can say about graduation that hasn't already been said; it's an event based on sentiment to begin with. But it there is one piece of advice I could impart to the North Penn class of 2000, I would say, "Appreciate these last days because it will NEVER be the same. You WON'T keep in touch. You're NOT the exception. But although it will never be like this again, it can be better. There's so much more living to do once you escape the high walls and narrow minds of this small town so please do yourself a favor and see what the world has to offer you.

6.5.2000 6:27 PM
Ahh, today was an interesting day. I started summer classes at Mansfield University this morning, and discovered massive construction all over campus. Construction always makes me sad. Whatever they put up is never as good as what they tore down or destroyed