ke ke ke

...as devin used to say.

That letter made my day. MADE MY DAY! Woot.

And to inform y'all of what has happened since my last entry, I shall refer to my handy dandy homework assignment, which was to keep a time log for a week. I'm cheating though; I forgot to record Saturday so I'm going to record next Saturday and Sunday instead.

On Tuesday I spent 9 hours with the Kitt group. And recorded it in my time log. And thought, yeesh, why am I not getting sick of these people?

On Wednesday I overslept... yes, that's right, my first class is at noon and I still slept in till 12:20. I blame it on my cold. Which I think I got from Chris and gave to John. And I probably gave it to Amanda as well. Poor thing. At any rate, it's the first class I've missed so far! And I had some trouble with that night's homework but whatever. The TA explained it the next day in recitation.

At any rate, Wednesday was my busy day; I had calc (well, not really, since I didn't go), Japanese (sweet sweet nihongo no kurasu), CSCI 1300 (Cam & Spencer & Jude & unknown guy - he's pretty cool though, eventually I'll figure out what his name is), CSCI 2830 (Cam & semi-Spencer - he wasn't sitting as close by), then Cam walked me to Japan club cause he needed to know where the Hellems building was for a job interview the next day. And Japan Club was fun, we're gonna have a sushi party and either rock-climbing or karaoke. *grin* And following that I went to the Study Abroad Fair where I picked up a multitude of pamphlets and discovered that I could study abroad... next semester. In a spanish speaking program even. Because I meet the requirements for the spanish-speaking programs and the programs taught in English. Needed:

-x.0 gpa (which I'll get since I need a 3.0 for my scholarships and very few study abroad programs require more than that)
-second-semester sophomore status/junior status (which I have thanks to my lurvly IB and AP credits - 53 of them, in fact)
-SPAN 3000 for the programs taught in spanish (which I got from my AP Spanish test)

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Anyway, during the study abroad fair I met up with the Kitt kiddos and wandered off with them. And since I was starving, a bunch of us went to the Harddrive cafe and I got a mediocre quesadilla. And we watched Monty Python. And then I got back to my dorm room and Princess Bride was on, so I watched that too. I think for the third time that week. Yeesh. Too much Princess Bride. And that's saying something.

Thursday nothing much happened, I just played Phantasy Star with Flowen and Mike and Tim and hung out in Brian and Alex's room. And watched a lot of Real World. Dear lord.

On friday I woke up early to do the calc hw I'd been slacking off on. I finished it all a half hour before class and decided it would be a wonderful idea to take a shower. So I was late. Eh. After comp sci I went with Cam and Jude down to Pearl Street, ate Chipotle again (and Cam paid again! Dammit! I tried to pay for him in order to pay him back and what does he do? pay for both his and mine!), and walked around looking at the Buskers. Cam was mean to the Zip code guy by giving him a military zip code. (fort polk, maybe? eh, it's in LA. I keep thinking about Sarah when I talk to Cam, just because of the GA and LA stuff. Lame connection I know. Not as lame as the fact that I [still] think Tim looks like Foote.) (And it's true that I don't know Foote at all! I admit it! I've hardly spent any time with the kid! But whatever. It's kind of like how Mike reminds me of someone but I'm not quite sure who... it's just an appearance thing. Do you ever get that?) But I digress. I whined at Cam and Jude so that I could go to Kitt. Oh, they say, she's bored of us, she wants to hang out with the COOL people. Haha. Anyway, we did eventually go back and I walked to Kitt, where I played two games of Magic with Jon and watched Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust. I think. Yeah, something like that.

And then Saturday I went home on the bus, went out to lunch with mum and dad (and Keith and Gab and Amy) to an Indian place. Yum. And then Keith went with mum and I to the Performing Arts festival, where we watched some teenagers do improv. And then we drove home, and I played Sims 2 and dad went off to do Joey & Maria and Mom and I picked up some food from McDonald's and played Fable. Which was fairly dorky, but the punching people and being evil was enjoyable.

And on Sunday, oh glory of glories, I went to Nan Desu Kan with Nikki. Hooray! We saw the art gallery room, and bought a bunch of stuff at the dealer's room, and played this DBZ fighting game (Nikki was quite attached to teen Gohan), and watched Gunsmith Cats, and ate at Qdoba, and unsuccessfully attempted to beat this one guy in DOA3 (he was really good, he had a 40 or 50 game winning streak), and played each other in DOAX, and ate pocky, and walked in on the art auction, and I indulged myself and browsed through the yaoi doujinshi, but I didn't buy any of it. Ah, but, I was talking to this one guy while Nikki and I were playing DOAX, and maybe 40 minutes later, when we had to leave, he asks me for my phone number so we could "go see a movie or something". I said no, and that it'd be kinda hard to orchestrate anything since I live up in Boulder now (since he knew I lived in Aurora and he lives in Denver, or whatever). But, man. This is a big deal for two reasons:

1. I can't remember the last time I actually rejected someone. I don't think Greg counts. I guess there was the time in second grade when someone asked me out so I said no (well, duh - it's second grade). And my friend kissed me on the cheek in fourth grade so I basically made my dad tell him I was busy doing homework when he wanted to hang out and ride bikes with me. That wasn't outright rejection per se. And Shorty hinted that he liked me sophomore year but he never asked me out, and I never said anything about it either.
2. No one's ever asked me for my phone number before. At least, anyone who wasn't a friend wanting my number for friend-related or school-related purposes.

So that's all. For now.