Desperate Realms of the Outer Suburbia

After a week of tireless waiting, I finally have in my control the power of the greatly underappreciated device-- the internet. The cell phone and internet define us as college students, but that is something I'll blab about in another millennia. Anyways, here's a bit of what I have jotted down over the past few days.


6/16

I check my phone to distinguish yesterday from today. Time moves with less urgency in a town like this. After playing nomad and searching for an outlet to my idle insanity, I have realized a few things about this Frederick, Maryland that I now inhabit:

-There are no asian folk-- culture shock is an understatement in this Orient-lacking town.

-All--or close to it-- streets seem to have worked the word "wood" into them.
(Clearwood, Chancewood, Greatwood, Morningwood...)

-The postal system sucks. My disability to communicate with the desperate realms of the Outer Suburbia has prolonged due to the ever slow-paced postal service that seems to pace itself through the sticky streets of the cornfields.

-Roy Rogers is the dominant fast food chain here. 99 cent crab cakes do not satisfy no matter how cheap. I would rather eat gag.

- Hot Topic rules the urban attire of these kids. With so many witty tee-shirts, who needs late night comedy?

- Old people outnumber young people. It wasnt until the third day that I spotted someone remotely close to my age. Either, you stay here until you die (slowly rotting away in this lovely east coast weather), or the parents realize how God-awful guardians they would be for letting their offspring develop any sense of the world enveloped in this damn cornfield of a boondock.

Really, write me, call me, leave me a message, do something. I would love to hear from you.