what’s your mission?
i stopped by the crepe shack last night for some dinner and studying– about an hour into it, a few kids came in for crepes and sat down at the table next to me. well, they weren’t so much kids as 20-something mormon kids with simple minds and simple lives. still immature and a little bit slow, they rambled on about not wanting to go to USC for college because of the hot girls and the fear of being tempted by someone other than their wives [i didn’t know you needed a college degree to become a cop]. it reminded me of happy times in high school– well, minus the marriages and the morgages. it’s like they’re 10 years older than me and 10 years younger than me at the same time. wierd.
so…studying slowed down until they left– i ended up making flashcards because my train of thought kept getting interrupted by some inane comment. i miss wheatberry.