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These photographs are out of order, but that’s sort of how my life is anyway. Slept through my first class of the semester this morning. Score. What a way to begin. Two classes tonight, it’ll be alright. I’ll spend this morning kicking crossword puzzle ass and drinking coffee at the Roasterie. I have decided quite recently that I really like Kansas City. Not where I actually live, but the parts that I spend my time in. How surprising. At least I was surprised.

The new P.O.S. album is amazing. New to me, not to the world, it’s from 2009 and entitled Never Better. Let it Rattle is my favorite so far. I have to move soon. Hopefully to Westport. Or Westside. Or somewhere downtown closer to work. I thought about maybe even just moving to the downtown Kansas side, only really for in-state rates at school, it might be worth it, maybe.

The photo above is the only one that I have of the school that we’ve been trespassing at. The lighting inside is too poor for my phone to take anything remotely worth sharing. Although, hopefully with financial aid + taxes + money Gramma left me = Canon 60D in my future. Hope hope hope. I might have to save a bit for it, but I should be able to get one within the next two months. And the delight will ensue.

The West Bottoms is a photographer’s wet dream. Really. I will steer clear of this lovely place after dark and I would never recommend going to a party there, but during the day it’s positively golden.

I think I might be growing up. I know I say this after stating that I slept through my class this morning, which is ever so juvenile, but I feel like this is actually fact. I have always been the more responsible type, but now it’s personality, which I sometimes wish I could change. It’s obnoxious to always think of the consequences of every situation, no matter how bad they might be. I wish I could just do things, it’s funny though, I react without any thought of consequence to an emergency. For some reason that is terribly easy. But when it comes to something fun that might possibly end with handcuffs and sirens I get hung up. Sad fact.

In the school it feels like time stopped. It’s interesting because we discovered that the school actually closed pretty recently, back in 2006. But when you’re inside it’s like walking around in a stalled past. It almost looks like they just told everyone never to come back one day and that was the end. The disarray is bizarre. We dig around every time we go in and there is still more stuff. Boxes upon boxes of books line the hallways on one floor, the entire library just abandoned. Projectors, record players, headphones, student files, tools, scales, bikes,  it’s insane, just the sheer amount of junk and treasure. Last time we got on the roof. It was sort of terrifying. We had to go in the attic and cross some pretty unsafe looking boards only to climb a ladder to get out of a rickety window. It was beautiful and completely worth it though.

Soon I’m going to travel. Although, soon may be hopeful considering I’m stuck with a required activity every day of the week, until Spring Break, which may or may not be helpful, I want to go somewhere and not visit someone. A real vacation. Where I can just lounge around and read, write, etc. Not one where I have to meet someone somewhere each day, that’s what happens every time we go to MN, which I haven’t been to in a while, almost a year. Last year wasn’t a total loss though, I went to Ohio twice (even got on an aeroplane!), Omaha three times? and Minnesota once. Most people don’t do that much.