fast cars, freedom and mafia!

I am trying to get the first draft of my torrey paper done, as well as my next area summary for archaeology, as well as my Galatians notes all done today so that I can do the various fun things I have planned this week. That means that I've been chilling on the bar in the Ohana corner lobby for about 13 bazillion hours oblivious to whatever has been going around me, stuffing my face with tortilla chips and fudge graham cookies. This girl just walked in and gawked and said "Please tell me you moved since when I saw you here at noon." I couldn't answer that question without (a) humiliating myself or (b) lying. I've been getting that alot lately, which reminded me of a song I wrote a little while ago for Lizzy. I'm no wierd Al, but here it goes:

Starin' at me,
putting on my makeup
wondering why I even put it on
I know I think I do, but no one's going to see it
Except when you come walking in close to dawn
You see a laptop chillin with a paper-backed Aquinas
Two bloodshot eyes, a huge weight on my shoulders--

You say "Tell me you moved, you're right here again"
Larry's produce shirt hanging with its ice cream stain-
That paper is big but I should give life a chance
Yeah, you say
"You look way past those days of fast cars and freedom
Or that going to bed for the first time feeling"

Yeah, smile and shake your head as if you don't believe me
I'll just stay right here and see you taken aback
This is hour ten- (Look at me!)
On my 12 inch lap-top
Sitting on the barstool looking just like Hell!


Actually, I did get to have fun last night. GYRAD was really tight, even though Karla and I were really underdressed for it. It was pretty much the most elaborately planned GYRAD I've ever been on, so it was really really fun. Sam was a fun date but Karla and her date had so many sparks flying that more than one person caught on fire. I'm really glad that she doesn't know about the existence of this blog or else she would shoot me for saying that. Anyways, it was a mafia themed scavenger-huntish thing where we went all over downtown Fullterton doing 'business transactions' and figuring out which of the 5 families killed our Don. I got to demonstrate my very extensive knowledge of how the whole system works, due entirely to my decades of watching General Hospital. I probably came off as a Godfather fan with my warnings of 'We must appease the 5 families' and my tips at how to appear respectful but strong to other familes. As Lizzy always says 'Everything I know, I know from TV.' Actually, I didn't learn my ABSURD Black Jack skills from TV, those just came through killer instinct. My date and I fully tripled our chips while playing for only 10 minutes, unfortunately there was no real money involved.

Well, I should get back to one or all of my papers. I can't wait to get these done! But I keep a smile on my face forTuesday harks the coming of....NICK LACHEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!