What happens in Columbus Stays in Columbus.
I geuss that means I can't write a blog about my weekend.
Eh.. I think I will anyway. Besides no matter how intelligent and elloquint Victor is, (he is by far more of that than I) you shall probably never get a proper discription of this city out of him. Too busy. (right now we are studying colonization terms) So it is left to me to talk about it. And I'm okay with that.
Yesterday night I saw the greatest sunset I think I've ever experienced. It is a neat feeling, this city. Not like a city. I feel like I'm on a big playground. Free to go where I please. The river is beautiful. In the day it reflects back the sky and in the night it looks like ink... or prune juice. But without the smell......yeah.
Anyway, there's this steeep hill right, and it has steepness about it. With slope and all. at first i thought i was looking at a ton of litter, then we realized that there was a good use for the bits of cardboard. We slid down the hill many thymes. ABout halfway thru the slide you realize that the cardboard square you are on has left you ten feet ago. ANd thats okay.
The factory, the two chimmineys rising out of the brick fortress and Ico-ing themselves over my line of sight. I wish to explore.
"Someday we will."
Okay, so, bloging and help your colledge friend study stupid words is not an easy multitask,("I'm hoping my teacher gets sick again.") so I shall bid you farewell.
the first half of Jovi