One week. College. Dorm. Class. In a town that is not Ashland. New faces, new places.

 Bye Xanga.

Beach is nice. Hot, rainy, everything in between. Holli and Lauren are here with me. More fun than I expected- and I expected a lot.

Rant: why is it that guys with guitars are viewed as so hot, and male musicians are unquestionably attractive, when a girl with a guitar is assumed to be either a) a lesbian, or b) full of severe emotional problems which is why she has to write music?