...is, without a doubt, from the back of a scooter, at sunset, sitting behind a guy who looks like he’s straight out of the Lizzie McGuire movie. Speeding along, I thought to myself, true, I’d rather not die young, but what a way to die.
I'm leaving friends and mayonnaise-free food behind as I spend a semester in St. Petersburg (conveniently located 17º north of Ithaca). I am writing this blog as a way to chronicle my final days before being impaled by a falling icicle.
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