Danielle and I noticed Kevin Rose sleeping in a tent outside his house with a girlfriend. His house was actually the house at the end of my parent’s street. I took my z-lite sleeping pad and tossed it on the ground near them, laying down. Kevin came o ver and yanked the z-lite, throwing it into his tent. I told him it was amine, and he apologized. He thought I had taken his. They went inside for a bit and came out with bikes to go riding with us. His girl had a pretty crappy bike in comparison to the rest of us. I kept getting loops of trying to find and put on some sunglasses, so we never actually got to riding with them or becoming friends. I was hoping he might have some sort of worthwhile job for me.<\/p>\n
I was in some professor’s class, I couldn’t ever remember his name and he had curly brown hair and was a jerk it seemed. I was walking in the hallway looking at some of the work from art students, noticing that the main reason they were bad wasn’t their poor composition, it was their poor subject materiial- which was assigned by John. There was one incredibly good ink drawing of a sortof young female gozer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Danielle and I noticed Kevin Rose sleeping in a tent outside his house with a girlfriend. His house was actually the house at the end of my parent’s street. I took my z-lite sleeping pad and tossed it on the ground near them, laying down. Kevin came o ver and yanked the z-lite, throwing it … <\/p>\n