the homeless lyfe is da lyfe 4 me

Let me tell you the problem (well, one of the many) with the Provo student housing system. For a period of three days between winter and spring semester, Provo is transformed from a typical college town full of student residents into a place crawling with approximately 20,000 hobos. As in HOMELESS PEOPLE. As in BUMS.  FREELOADERS. RUFFIANS. I know this because, just two days ago, I was one of them.

On Friday morning, April 20, 2012 at approximately 9:00am, I was shamelessly thrown out onto the street along with my 5 other cohorts. Luckily, some had family close by and were able to escape the fate that awaited the rest of us. But as for me, I loaded all of my possessions into a car that I didn't even own (don't worry, its my brother's and I had consent) and drove into the sun (aka: Salt Lake, for the Half Marathon). I was homeless, in every sense of the word.

Everything I owned was on wheels.
The sun was shining.
And there was miles of road stretched out all around me.
I'VE NEVA FELT SO ALIIIIVE.

can't tie me down.