It's Sunday!
I haven't written a post-y thing in a month. Now if I ever try to recall what happened in the month of April to May it will be simply a blur.

I met a girl named Jenna this morning when we went out to breakfast together. I wiped out on my bike on the way there, stellar. She told me a story about how last week an 18 year old guy died riding his bike on Clairmont, which is horrible. I was in Sam's car driving down there today and I saw his "memorial". . it was a bike spray-painted white with plastic roses covering it and bouquets tied to the traffic poles.. It took me a second to put two and two together and it was really sad.
Sam told me about how a teacher brought her 1-year-old to the campus last Thursday or Friday and when they were walking up the stairs in Hibbard he fell down them. And died.

Holy effin' god.
How could you ever work there again? I feel so so so bad for that professor. That is so unspeakably horrible. I almost cried when she told me.
That's all.