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Kate Beaton is a Canadian, but she understands being an American pretty well. The only way you know that she's not really American is because she forgot to blow something up. Blowing things up is the most important part of our holidays, even George Washington loves it.
I got an awesome awesome fireworks show yesterday, at the Sarah-and-Megen house (Katie was in Longmeadow chillin' with her high school peeps), because her previously unknown neighbors apparently went out of state and bought about 4 giant crates of the best fireworks in a can known to man. UMass's fireworks show (also completely visible from the house) paled so much in comparison, especially when a big cloud decided to censor half the finale. We also got a few signs of a show toward the south- maybe Hadley's show? After UMass finished, the neighbors kept lighting their fireworks, and someone way across the field did too, except they only had sad little Roman candles and the like, and not the crazy awesome amazing fireworks that were like 50 feet from the deck on which we stood. The danger makes the fireworks better.
Did you see fireworks? Were they nearly as exciting?
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Have not seen or heard from you in a while so I asked you mom how you were. She said furnitureless and hungry? Hang on it can only get better from here. My fondest memories are of digging up change to buy beer. Bus sux but people watching is fun. remember they are all potential breeders passing on their DNA:-D
Hungry is an entirely temporary situation. I had spinach-grapefruit salad, fried cucumbers, and english muffin pizzas for dinner. My belly is full. Granted, I ate these things in my bed, one of the few pieces of furniture still in my possession (and only until next week, then it's air mattress time).
I am still of an age where I get to make other people buy me beer. I make sure they have taste. In two more months, I have to buy my own, and I will invariably spend too much money on it because I will insist that it taste good.
Most of my Bus People aren't even all that sketchy. I assume that fully half of the people I encounter in this area are not, in fact, breeders. Hampshire students I assume to be 75% non-breeder, unless they're Natural Science students or, illogically, drama concentrators.
You are too funny! Being furnitureless is not always a bad thing. Christen and I started a tradition in our first apartment that we eat mexican food on the floor before we move anything in. It symbolizes our humble pennyless beginning. we still do it to this day. Hang tough and we hope to see you soon.
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