The Freshman Experiment

Today I found cappuccino at Goodspeed. It’s at the pizza shop. You can get it beginning at 11:30 - but only Wednesday-Saturday. Still, I will take what I can get. I would show you a picture of my cappuccino, but I forgot the cable the connects my Christmas camera and my computer.

Instead, I’ll share with you the lyric that they’re rehearsing right now at the rehearsal I’m sitting at:

FINDING LOVE, FALLING FAST.
KNOWING IT WILL NEVER LAST.
TRYING TO RESIST THE URGE TO GOOGLE SEARCH YOUR EX.
UNINSURED. UNINFORMED.
PARTYING WHERE YOU ONCE DORMED.
BET YOU NEVER THOUGHT THAT YOU COULD SAY YOU BOUNCED A RENT CHECK.
HOLIDAYS WITH MOM
WHEN SHE DROPS THE BOMB
SHE’S MARRYING THE PLUMBER AND SHE’S MOVING TO FRANCE.
MEANWHILE YOUR LIFE’S IS SLIPPING BY
YOU CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE THAT GUY
WHO’S GETTING BEER FOR MINORS
EATING EVERY MEAL AT DINERS.
MEDITATE.
LOSE SOME WEIGHT.
CONTEMPLATE THE CONSCIOUS STATE.
MAYBE NOTHING MATTERS
BUT YOU’RE FEELING LIKE YOUR SOUL’S IN TATTERS.
OH THESE ARE THE BAD YEARS.
OH OH. THESE ARE,
THESE ARE THE BAD YEARS.
THE BAD YEARS.
EXCUSE ME I HAVING MY QUARTER-LIFE CRISIS RIGHT NOW.