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400 people? | |
Blogger | LucaSambuca87 |
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Date Posted | April 5th, 2007 |
URL | youtube.com |
Description | Apparently this school I'm at is weirder than I thought...maybe a change of scenery is in order |
Location(s) | {{{location}}} |
YouTube Tags | lonelygirl15 Luca blog college orphanage New York City order |
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400 people? is the second video in the LucaSambuca87 video series.
Transcript
Luca: Hi. So, I had a dream last night. And, in the dream, I was in New York City. And you know how some of you can have dreams and wake up feeling like everything is right in the world? That's what I had. So, I think I'm going to New York City. I know, it sounds absolutely crazy. But, I don't want to stay here. I can't stay here. Something's not right. I found out the other day that there's only like, 400 students in this school. It's apparently like some prestigious private school. I mean like, that's what they told me when they came to visit me at the orphanage. To recruit me or whatever. But something's not right. I mean, half of the people here aren't even students. They're men in suits. I dunno. So, I don't think I'm going to finish out the year. I know I sound crazy because it's my first year here. But I know it's not right. So I don't know yet how I'm leaving, or how I'm getting there, or what I'm going to do when I get there, but I'm gonna go. Bye. (She plays around with some toy models of New York and a tiny teddy bear.)