Well, it has been awhile since I rattled aimlessly about myself, so I thought I’d take a moment to share my life with y’all.
Schools out for the summer around here, affording me the opportunity to get up to 32 hours a week (which I’ll doublessly exceed when I start to obtain everyone else’s work. <img> ). I’m taking a summer english class with a teacher who’s definately been flushed a bit when he was in high school. Pretty funny guy, though. on the first day of class he told us "I’ll ahave a syllabus on thursday, as long as I don’t get likkered up on wednesday." How can you not love that?
And in better news, I might still be able to work things out with Amanda. I don’t know if I’ve discussed this before, but in late April I met with her and a few of her friends. I hate to seem bitter, but I not only lost horribly, I kinda ended up feeling like "one of the guys" <img>
After that I fell into final’s season and those most horrid of curses- the three math tests in four days curse, the in class essay curse, and the 200 question bio exam curse. I survived those, but at a loss of any chances of going out for a few weeks.
BUt last night I was invited to a party at Amanda’s house. I walk in the door say "hi" to everybody and am promptly invited up to her room. <img> It turns out it was only to see some of her
artwork. <img>
Okay, I’ll stop boring you with all the details, but to make a long story short, I was one of only three people at the end of the night who wasn’t inebriated and/or high, the cops were arriving exactly as I left the building, and I think I might not be "one of the guys."
Oh, I’m gonna type up the "shopping with J" article soon, prolly Fri. And I’ve got a scheduled Jam with a guitarist and a drummer this weekend, look for the band "Canadian Girlfriend" to be the next big thing. <img>
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