Monday, March 30, 2009

That seems like something Erin would do.

I was memorizing diagrams for biology and statistics by needlepointing them. Ballard was there. Erin too. She was sculpting the diagrams out of plasticine, neon-colored plasticine.
I was alerted by someone that I needed to be upstairs, so I wandered around in this building that was a hybrid of Marshall and Trinkle. I left my cell phone downstairs with Erin, she called it like 20 times wondering where I was.

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