Getting off of the El, we started walking through what’s known as University City. Of course, rather than being on the UPenn side of it, we were in Dragon territory. That is, Drexel University. So knowing where we were, I gave my old Overbrook turned Eastern friend a ring since she goes to school there. Her voicemail message was the most creative thing I have ever heard. By listening to it, I learned something else about my friend Nati — She’s a pretty decent rapper. I couldn’t tell you most of what she said other than, ‘My name is Nati!’ :3 Anyway, I was phoning her to see if she wanted to tag along with us to the UPenn Museum, but I figured she was in class. So I left her a Michee-message. (Yes, everything I do is named after me. Deal with it.)

Not only did we see the Drexel Dragon everywhere, but we saw some pretty interesting things… Like some old business man on a tiny bike. A big contrast to the young college student on the oversized (height-wise) bike. I didn’t, however, catch any of those tiny army men that seem to be cemented everywhere in University City. I must ask Nati about that one. University City is a major contrast from Broad Street — it’s busy, but sparse; whereas Broad St. is busy and a lot of the time crowded. I’m guessing because it’s pretty much a confined area like the campuses of SJU and Rowan. (Rowan was the worst college I applied to. No lie. I was accepted, but it took thirty years to get everything, y’know, squared away.)

I guess this would be a random statement to make, but when I get hot, I break out in the bend of my arms. Usually it’s my right arm. Kind of strange if you ask me. So while walking down the cheesesteak stairs (only Jamie and Lauren know what I mean by that), my right arm starts breaking out. And like a child with chicken pox, I start scratching… and scratching… and then? It puffs up and turns red. =\ Okay, so now my arm looks diseased and it starts to burn. Itching, burning~ What an amazing combination, ne? But enough about my dysfunctional arm — I’ll get onto the good (or semi-decent, however you want to look at it) stuff.

Because we do things the hard way, none of us went to the UPenn Museum website (or read over Ms. Miller’s handout), so we got there a little too early. So to compensate for the faux pas, we went to Starbucks (this is before we attacked the Broad St. Line/30th St interchange) and indulged in breakfast. I had a caramel Frappucino and a breakfast sandwich (I’m addicted, no matter where they’re from), Lauren had a breakfast sandwich and Jamie bought the green tea latte…which was dumped into the city waste bin wholly. Oh wait, backtrack! Last night I got a check in the mail from the university for no apparent reason. At least, the reason wasn’t written in the envelope. Okay, continue now~ After I used my monster-skills to eat that sandwich, my Frappucino and I traveled across the street to Hamilton where I went to the finance office and waited. Finally they helped me and I was given a printout of all charges and junk to clarify why I was getting money back. Apparently I overpaid on tuition and they were giving it back to me as something “I could live on.” -__- So in short, I didn’t have to pay the tech fee. My tuition ended up being only somewhere around 1.5k for this semester. =)

I‘m committing the biggest no-no in writing. Ever. I’m not going in order chronologically. But that’s okay. I think everyone can understand. So bouncing back from when we get off of the El, we walk through the Drexel campus, I call Nati, etc. We get into UPenn territory and attack the museum stairs because we’re still early. Only fourteen minutes early, but still. So being the avid photographer that I am (hahahaha, right) I started taking pictures of random things. Like Jamie getting poked while succumbing to my annoying photo taking. Mmm, yeah. Finally at 9, one of the guards came out and unlocked the gates so we could go in. Naturally, while inside the gates, I had to take pictures. I won’t post them here, but they may eventually end up on my Facebook or on my LiveJournal. It depends on where I feel like showing them off.

The receptionist lady was super enthusiastic and scolded me for not being enthusiastic as well. xD Yeah. So… Pictures? I’ll let the pictures talk. I’m too lazy to type anymore. =\ *Melts into a blob* =3

Okay, too lazy to add the other awesome pictures. Maybe some other time. Now I have to watch my uni-email account for an email that may appear from Durso. D: I have an appointment with him!