Jeez, Southern kicked ass in the battle of the bands, but that's of no relevance tonight, Grambling fucked them up in that game this afternoon, 29 to 14 to be exact. The streets are one big party and there's festivities on every block at every club, restaurant, hotel, mcdonalds, etc. all the hoes out-raining and all, niggas leanin', thizzing, yatta yatta. I'm in my room :( if only I wasn't a baby... (Not suggesting that floats my boat or anything) I walked down bourbon street, its quite a sight (and a hot mess), I'm so bored. I'm in the room w/ nana watching sopranos. I wanna cry. I can feel that lump in my throat building up to that little tear. I can hear those fraternity guys outside my door laughing (shit-faced). I'm MAD upset, but we'll be on the road tomorrow morning, smh. I met a fella today in the hallway outside my room while I was drinking my latte. We sat and chatted by the window and looked at the view for about 20 minutes, real good conversation. He had been trying to get my attention for a couple days and I kept brushing him off but he caught me off-guard sitting alone, lol. I guess you really can't judge a book by its cover huh? It's cool to just talk about life sometime with a total stranger that you'll probably never see again.. (DAMN)
Peace & Love
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