so sorry. i'm writing this like mega way after it happened (i'm currently on travel day four) and of course my dusty memory attic has thrown everything from this day away. i tried to take a nap from san luis obispo to oakland. but woke up when two GENUINE HIPPIES got on the bus. and by genuine hippies i mean they were around 55 years old omg. plus major major pot and defecation smell. i woke up gagging. got into oakland and creepy guy followed me to the bus station "can i get your number?" yea. it's 505-444-4444. byeeeeee! took a bus to san fran and got out in the financial district on market street. ran over to her dorm. hugged rye and took the longest hottest shower EVER. my hair gets greasy if i don't wash it every 24 hrs.
rye was working at the front desk so i sat with her and said hi to everyone. oh god. dorm rats. not only that, they were art. school. dorm. rats. plus r told me her neighbor does meth. is this normal? i always thought meth was a joke? 98% of the guys looked gay or hipster. it reminded me of that lyric 'can't wear skinny jeans cause my nuts don't fit.' the girls were one hundred percent annoying. everyone of them is hip to the point of death. all of them give each other long deep sighs. and their wardrobe is relatively similar to the last time i visited. and of course i'm so out of place. they wear fucked up leggings with holes, men's button ups down to their knees. american apparel camel jeans with blue or black striped jackets. shin boots. lots of strips. i need to figure out how to look like i'm not fifty years old. i'll go dumpster diving tomorrow for baggy shirts.
stayed up til 1am and passed out on rye's mattress with my clothes on. the train traveling was exhausting.
rye was working at the front desk so i sat with her and said hi to everyone. oh god. dorm rats. not only that, they were art. school. dorm. rats. plus r told me her neighbor does meth. is this normal? i always thought meth was a joke? 98% of the guys looked gay or hipster. it reminded me of that lyric 'can't wear skinny jeans cause my nuts don't fit.' the girls were one hundred percent annoying. everyone of them is hip to the point of death. all of them give each other long deep sighs. and their wardrobe is relatively similar to the last time i visited. and of course i'm so out of place. they wear fucked up leggings with holes, men's button ups down to their knees. american apparel camel jeans with blue or black striped jackets. shin boots. lots of strips. i need to figure out how to look like i'm not fifty years old. i'll go dumpster diving tomorrow for baggy shirts.
stayed up til 1am and passed out on rye's mattress with my clothes on. the train traveling was exhausting.
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