Muck Fizzou!
Greetings from enemy territory! I've just spent the last 45 minutes going through all of the entries I've missed from the 11 days I've been in Columbia, and I have to say, that's some four-star entertainment right there... OK, three, three and a half tops. But I've missed so much! I'm glad graduation went off without a hitch for those who did and that your post-college careers are getting off to interesting and busy starts.
I've been in Columbia, or CoMo as the natives call it, for almost two weeks, and I am ready to get out of here. This place is like some kind of uncool bizarro world. There is a Teller's, Quinton's, and a Mojo's, and last call here is at 1 a.m.! AHHH! It's so lame! And for memorial day, last call was at 11:30. Not cool. Last week I had grammar, style and concepts such as Micro and Macroediting drilled into me until I was driven insane, then came back from insanity only to be forced to work on the student-run paper here, The Missourian. I feel like such a traitor! Though I've been secretly plotting some journalism expionage to purpously insert errors into the stories I edit and make the paper look bad, mua-hahaha. I've been working with some other interns, most of who are anti-social and never say anything or smile, and when we go out to drink, they have one and leave at 11. They don't even touch the kansan crowd. EXTREME! Though I have met a couple of cool people here, and Rupal is here with me so it's not all squares. I want to say the rec center here is amazing to the point of snobbish. It looks like a freakin' mall, with health bars and raquetball courts as far as the eye can see. The treadmills even have DVD players. I wore a KU shirt there the other day and it got me a few dirty looks. Bleh. Effing Mizzou.
Tomorrow is my last day here, and I can't wait to get back to KC and Lawrence for a last hurrah before I leave for Indy. I hope my little del sol sex machine gets me there and back without dying. I should be back in L-town Friday night or Saturday afternoon to get some things, and I want to go to the Red Lyon or Henry's before I leave. I think there are only a few of you left in the area, but you are welcome to join me for a Hollywood or Guinness or whatever. I might even be buying people drinks... I think I've kept the ladies waiting long enough. Later Skaters.
-JR
I've been in Columbia, or CoMo as the natives call it, for almost two weeks, and I am ready to get out of here. This place is like some kind of uncool bizarro world. There is a Teller's, Quinton's, and a Mojo's, and last call here is at 1 a.m.! AHHH! It's so lame! And for memorial day, last call was at 11:30. Not cool. Last week I had grammar, style and concepts such as Micro and Macroediting drilled into me until I was driven insane, then came back from insanity only to be forced to work on the student-run paper here, The Missourian. I feel like such a traitor! Though I've been secretly plotting some journalism expionage to purpously insert errors into the stories I edit and make the paper look bad, mua-hahaha. I've been working with some other interns, most of who are anti-social and never say anything or smile, and when we go out to drink, they have one and leave at 11. They don't even touch the kansan crowd. EXTREME! Though I have met a couple of cool people here, and Rupal is here with me so it's not all squares. I want to say the rec center here is amazing to the point of snobbish. It looks like a freakin' mall, with health bars and raquetball courts as far as the eye can see. The treadmills even have DVD players. I wore a KU shirt there the other day and it got me a few dirty looks. Bleh. Effing Mizzou.
Tomorrow is my last day here, and I can't wait to get back to KC and Lawrence for a last hurrah before I leave for Indy. I hope my little del sol sex machine gets me there and back without dying. I should be back in L-town Friday night or Saturday afternoon to get some things, and I want to go to the Red Lyon or Henry's before I leave. I think there are only a few of you left in the area, but you are welcome to join me for a Hollywood or Guinness or whatever. I might even be buying people drinks... I think I've kept the ladies waiting long enough. Later Skaters.
-JR
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