it's weird to be back in Champaign. i keep seeing old buildings and broken down little shops that i remember staring at while cruising shotgun in my ma's old monte carlo when I was seven. most likely listening to eddie rabbit or reo speedwagon, seriously. then there's the big W in the upper right hand side of the television screen warning of incoming stormy weather. i used to be deathly afraid of that W, but now i totally welcome it. i dig the stormy weather. what can i say.
my roommate and i got a house on, well really close to campus. even so, it's really quiet and peaceful. my room is upstairs. i like when i wake up in the morning and i can hear the squirrel clamoring around on the roof just feet above my head. actually, i just tell myself that it's a nice little squirrel, but the truth is there are 2 to 3 raccoons or possums living in my attic that have been trying to relocate to the confines of the inner house. so. i thought i'd take the usual peaceful route.
this place is also great because i've been rocking the drum kit in the basement really loud until 1am and no one has complained or mentioned anything. i love it.
crap. i just realized that i have two cigarettes going.
the local drum shop is a mere 3 blocks from here. i freak out when i drive by because they keep putting different jazz kits in the show window and each one of them turns into a puppy to me. must get high paying job to finance ever growing sweet looking drum owning urge.
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MGD is the Old Style of Champaign.
Miller High Life is the champagne of beers.
i am the king of peeers.