Byg Tymin'
"One more dawn, one more day, one day more." Does quoting Les Mis make me a fruitcake? I dont think so. There are plenty of other things that make me a fruitcake. I will, however, plead the fifth as to what those are.
Spring Break is one day away. Leaving for San Diego Saturday morning. Sure, I have to go to the national American Chemical Society meeting a couple of days, but there are some cool things going on. On Sunday Rodel, a few others, and ya boy over here are going to be giving Chemistry demonstrations for some kids in the park in Spanish (doesnt that sound like awesomeness in its purest form?). Plus, we have one whole free day and about half of another one and every night (i.e. PARTYING IT UP). I'll probably check out the Zoo, the beach, the colleges, and Sombraro's (which legend holds has huge burritos). I am looking forward to it. There is no telling what will happen. KWAZY KRISPS! BOWOW! THAT'S KWAZY!
I figured that last weekend would be the worst weekend of my life. Saturday I was supposed to be at school at 8 to help the Boy Scouts get a Chemistry Merit Badge, PA a doubleheader for the baseball team starting at 11:30, and then set up for and be in charge of the Blacklight Party from 6:30 until like 3:00 or so. It is funny how things work out, though. The Boy Scout thing got cancelled. The baseball games actually proved to be entertaining since UTM won both in their last at bat. Good times. On top of that, most of the setup was done when I got to the House. Now the dread of having to deal with way too many "forsnickered" folks was still there; however, the night seemed to take a pleasant turn for the better around 10:30 or so in the form of a lady named Aubrey. I cant really explain it, but as soon as I saw her I felt one of those "punch in the stomach" kind of feeling (the good kind). Havent had one of those in a long while. She is one of those amazingly beautiful girls (5'10" with hair that curls in all the right spots, eyes as blue as the ocean, and even more than I could possibly try to write). You know, the ones that usually throw blunt objects at my head if I come within three feet of them. Since that didnt happend, I tried to play it smooth. I wanted to just stay and kick it with her for the rest of the night, alas (trying to bring the word back since it is the coolest word EVER) I had to keep roaming around making sure that no one was forsnickered to the point of jumping off the roof, the stairs, or anything over three inches above the ground. I saw her a couple of more times, then around 1:00 I said to myself, "Screw roaming around, I gotta talk to this girl or I will punch myself in the brain." Just as I thought about this, she happened to walk by (what luck). So we talked until the party shut down at 2:00, then headed out to the after party to continue the conversation. We talked for awhile...yada, yada, yada...we talked until about 7:00 in the morning. Good times. I am having a great time getting to know her, and having her get to know me over these past few days. I cant explain everything that I'm feeling. No words of mine could do justice. There you go. So the weekend was actually only the second worst weekend ever (j/k). Isn't it crazy how things work out?
Since I have been rattling on for a while now, I will spare you the other sorted activities of my life...and since there really arent any more, this will be the end. HOLLA!
posted by homelessdoctor @ 12:46 PM
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