Blah. I was in class, thinking about how to get from Lebron [In an Indian/Middle-Eastern style version of Australia] to some other city on the other side of the country while we were supposed to connect the natural geographic formations together which made Buddha.
"Maybe I should go that way... no that'd take even more time," I thought looking at the path. I saw three-five Lebron's on the map, me being in the Northern most one which was North-East of a few seas/lakes similar to that around the Mediterranean Sea.
I chose to go through some funky way that made me go through two other Lebron's to get to a Import/Export city that started with a G, take a ship there to get to another city on the shorelines of the waters and take one more to get to another city that was named the same thing as the first porting city to walk 500 miles to my destination. I have no idea how I was going to get there or if I had the money to do so, I didn't even think of those things I just though, "I don't know what I'll do if I get sea sick..."
So I left the school, made it to the next Lebron, was going to check into a hotel but saw a really cool biker dude and tried to follow him. I woke up after being lost and unable to find him, actually, he ended up finding me...
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