i signed up for some courses that were continuations of the courses i took last time. i procrastinated alot and i wondered if i was even going to go, until i finally decided to stop thinking about it and actually do it. i was super stoked.
until i got to school and realized courses had been going on for a month, and i didn't have a schedule and i was way behind in all of my courses.
even that would have been fine, but when i went up to the cbc room (?) to get my schedule i found out i had all different profs than i had last time, and half the reason i signed up for these courses was to get the same profs. if i had a. reynolds, he would definitely take the time to explain the parts of the courses i missed.
i went up to a course or two, and it was too intimidating.
as i was leaving, a. reynolds pulled up in a sportscar and offered us a ride. it was nice to talk to him, i explained everything that had happened, and he was sympathetic. in addidion to this, he was not really wearing a shirt. he had one wrapped loosely around his shoulders and i could see his arms, which were covered in tattoos! i was very surprised by this, as i would never have guessed he was the type.
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next the band was in a store in a city, with a big vaulted ceiling. i was waiting to make an order, when a tall bum looking guy came in with a stack of papers. he handed me a pamphlet or something and i went to take a copy of the paper he was holding (i thought it was a free one like the coast) but he yanked it back because it was some sort of newspaper you had to pay for.
he left, and we were waiting to order our food, and kind of being jerks in the restaurant, touching things we shouldn't touch and yelling and stuff like that. so of course we get kicked out of the restaurant. albert had a bad attitude about it, couldn't believe we were getting kicked out, but i thought our behaviour was stupid and we deserved it.
as we were leaving i saw the bum looking guy again and i was trying to apologize for trying to take his paper, and he kind of forced me into a big gross smelly hug.
we didn't realize there would be a policeman outside. he called us back just as we were leaving.
albert then went over to the door of the restaurant and started peeing on it. the cop was very calm and sort of crouched down next to the door to show albert that he could see him peeing, and then ian, almost reluctantly, put his foot up on the cop's shoulder and started peeing sort of on the wall next to the cop, but he also sort of peed on the cop's arm.
none of us tried to run away, because we knew we were all definitely going to jail.
