this is what $19.42 will buy you:
one twelve-pack of dr. pepper
one box of frosted strawberry pop-tarts
two quarts of apple juice
one bag of pepperoni pizza combos
one box of ‘fancy cruller’ donuts
two boxes of pepperoni pizza pockets
i had enough money for a peppermint patty, too, but they were out. damn.
The fortune out of my fortune cookie said, “Never be dumb, eat smart.” I think that is right up there with “You like fortune cookies” and “Eat more Chinese food” as one of the worst fortunes I have ever gotten.
Alright, I obviously need to get out of the dorm. Time for a Wawa run!
You know what, bands suck. Jimmy Eat World and Jack Johnson are both playing St. Louis (separate shows) within a week or two before I get home. Someone else, too, but I forget who. Anyway, they should try to plan their tours around me a little better. At least I get to see Guster in a couple of weeks… that’ll be fun.
I just got back from a trip to Taco Bell. Matt was hungry, so we went to his friend Steve’s house (since he lives five minutes from campus) and Steve drove us there. On the way back, we got pulled over for having a broken headlight (translation: for being teenagers in a car at night). Here is part of the conversation, about fifteen minutes into the pull-over:
Cop (returning to car after sitting in his cruiser for awhile): Who else is in the car? The guy in the backseat seems kinda nervous, is his head on a swivel or something? (note: that guy was me, I picked up the cop’s partner checking out the back of the car in my peripheral vision) Are there any illegal substances back there?
Steve: No sir.
Cop (to Matt): Who are you?
Matt: Matt King
Cop: How old?
Matt: Eighteen.
Cop (to me): And you?
Me: Charles Steele… seventeen.
Cop (mulling): …seventeen… Does your father know where you are?
Me: Actually, no – I’m from out of state – I go to Lehigh.
Cop (taken aback): Seventeen? And you go to Lehigh?
Me: Yes sir.
Cop: *awkward silence*
We were on our way in under a minute after that.
i want this break to be over. now.
I’m becoming a god at using photoshop. I’m making all these really funny posters advertising me and my roommates for next year. Really, advertising Brodhead 410. They’re fucking hilarious.
That’s about it. Damn this break.
Cancer: (June 22 – July 22)
There are a million reasons you shouldn’t give up hope of ever finding love. None of them, however, are very good.