i almost got hit in the parking lot of our complex. very scary. seriously, the last thing i need right now is to be carless. speaking of, i really hate commuting. i can't believe people do this everyday their whole lives. one summer is going to be way too much for me. it's not the freeway driving but driving in general. i just don't like having lots of cars around. i miss my daily journey to a-town.

today during anthropology i was scanning the room, hoping that something would be more interesting than the slide i was supposed to be looking at. a girl a couple tables down from me was wearing a t-shirt that said cozad on the front. i thought, "that's weird. i've never heard of any other cozads besides the one in nebraska and a fellow member of the southwest conference." as the class period progressed, the girl in the cozad shirt stood up, and across the chest of the shirt was written "haymakers." it was the cozad of southwest conference! how many homecoming parades had i seen with floats finding some way or another to convey the message that the whippets were going to beat the haymakers (although the floats were much more entertaining when we played ogallala or broken bow--"scalp the indians!"). after class i approached the girl and asked if she were from cozad. she just stared back at me totally confused. "your shirt," i said, "cozad, nebraska?" it wasn't her shirt; she had no idea what it meant. after our encounter i'm confident that she learned at least one thing in class today.