The Dylan Love
STARTING WITH NOTHING, AND HANGING ON TO MOST OF IT.
In Which It Starts To Wind Down

At this moment, I only have four college classes left in my (very impressive) academic career. One tomorrow, three on Thursday, then none ever again. It comes at a bit of a price, however – loads of work is due this week, and there’s no shortage of tests to take. But I’m a big boy. I can deal.

Unless I have to write a paper on hallucinogens for my biology class and get distracted by music like I did last night. I rediscovered Jeff Buckley’s rendition of “Yeh Jo Halka Halka Saroor Hai” among my iTunes library, and that sidelined me for a good 30 minutes. Why would I bother dissecting the social impacts of Salvia divinorum when I could be listening to Jeff Buckley sing in Urdu?

Today I saw a car with a giant Superman logo on its rear windshield, its license plate reading “SPERMAN.” Can you figure out why I giggled like a dirty-minded middle schooler?

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  1. ma says:

    maybe you are a dirty minded middle schooler!

  2. Mary Vignatelli says:

    Last day of JMU classes Dylan! We’re all so very proud of you!! Sperman??? Huh? I don’t get it! haha. Have fun and take it all in!
    Mary Vignatelli

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