lets see... this vacation in one run on sentence: Before hitting the streched out highways that connect florida to michigan, I reveled in couch potato fasion reading middle sex and on the road only to discover that words writen pull me less than words spoken, esspecially when they're on vinal or kind throats (like dana's "I hate nice vampires" or grandma jeans elaborate history of her german upright piano), but lets not forget after the snowless embrace of family filled michigan when, in a car with the ladies we watched fireworks and drank the down the travel sized bottles of Kalua and Taquilla rose, hit the beach and kb, dropped 75$ at a club (and a yagerbomb on the floor) and danced on the speakerboxes, only to come full revolution seeing old friends like Melinda, Kevin, the hs crew, and the one and only fish.

Now im back up to tally, for 5 classes, 40 hour work weeks, a new roommate, and my last spring in that one horse college town.