stephinextremis can get into the house to feed the bird, so much left to do ... and I've spent all day at school and I'm drained from that. Three hours on a very empty stomach of listening to a guy with a thick, unidentifiable accent chatter on about the different types of anthropologists ... Michael spent all yesterday and last night up here with me ... quite nice. Drinking, video games, assembling of IKEA furniture, movies, and, you know, other stuff. I had been quite amazed to find that he had never seen Fast Times At Ridgemont High before, so we rented that, because I think everyone needs to see it at least once.
I'm going to miss him this week ... I'm going to miss the rest of you too. i'm thinking i should do postcards, but i'd never get them mailed.
I've got a four hour layover in Dallas tomorrow afternoon ... I'm thinking this might be a good time to explore airport bars ... my mom thinks I'm going to get drunk and miss my connecting flight. I probably should do something productive, like my homework, but why, when there's alcohol and a bar I can smoke in?
ok ... no more lagging for me ... i'm going to get ready. I swear.
