I WON!! Can you believe it? I still swear to not play at all the month of February. We'll see how I do.

I got a package in the mail yesterday. It was from my special lady friend. I was amazed to find it was a box of chocolate Hostess donuts. You always know how to get me, sweetheart.

Sorry today wasn't funny..or interesting.

Bes told me to mention to my history professor, the men's soccer coach, that I was his roomate and I would be guaranteed an A. I said this to Professor Holmes, and he responded with this. "Tell Bes that I'm not sure I can give you an A because he used them all up last semester." Touché.

Played poker again last night and (gasp) I didn't lose! My semester winnings currently sits at -$35. This five dollars is my last until March. Wish me luck.

Twice I flirted with sleep and twice I was denied. More fire alarms; one at 12:13 and one at 1:15 this morning. The popular opinion has turned into "just bring on the marshmellows." I can't convince myself to sleep. God doesn't want me rested. Is there more to come?

It's not daylight...yet.

Enamored by a new dream, I woke to Bes muttering, "What...the fuck...is that?!?!" It turned out to be the fire alarm. The building was evacuated at 5:20 this morning accompanied by multiple strings of profanity.

You're right, angry guy with funny hat. It really is "cold as a mother fucker".

Another day; another dream. This one had Bryan getting married. I was so happy I was crying. The one particular thing I remember is that everyone was way more interested in Bryan's bride than in him. I think he'd agree that's the way we need it.

Well, it's definitely cold outside. I turtled on the way over to my art history class. I'm sure you've done it before: Arms into the coat, and head shrunk back until your face is nearly in your coat as well. With my visor and hood, all you could see was my eyes. Take that, sickness.

I have gotten the worst sleep I've ever had these last two days. Last night I had a dream that a Kevin Spacey-like coat rack was chasing me. Don't ask.

I feel almost outdone.

Ben is master of the universe #1, Will is master of Pluto, apparently. Mark is master of bait-ing. Get it?

It's terribly late. Go to bed, young one. Go to bed.

Also, Liz made me this today. Why haven't you ever sent me a Barbie message? Huh? Why?!

Hope you like the new changes. Matt gave me space to put pictures, and I was sooo bored.

Yeah, Pablo is a poser. Way worse online, but I still love him. Check out his awful blog.

I'm bored as hell, and not tired at all. Is it just that I know I have nothing to get up for tomorrow? Nothing on Fridays rocks my socks.

I've stayed out of the poker scene all week. I've watched everybody play all week and I've picked up at least two tells. We'll see how well I do this weekend.

Hordes of coffee drinking, cigarette smoking locusts invade your closet. They start to eat your favorite socks and all of those movie stubs you've saved all your life.
"No!!! How else am I going to prove I saw 'Dude, Where's My Car?' in theatres?!?!" you scream.

The locusts look at you with millions of little grins and shrug, then turn back to their feast. They move on to your freshly skidmark-free underwear and begin dunking it into their coffee. You notice the locust who obviously has the job of refilling coffee sit down and take a break, so you decide to join him.

"How's it going, Fred?" you ask, intuitively knowing his name was Fred.

"Eh, can't complain I guess. Lots of coffee to serve today. We've been in 4 different closets already today." He motions towards the other locusts. "They're so full of tighty whitey's they can hardly fly!"

"Wow.. that's a lot of underwear." you tell the locust as he lights up a cigarette. You glance at his coffee mug and it makes you grin. On it is written 'The horde that preys together, stays together'. "What kind of smokes you got, Fred?"

"They're Marlboro Lights, actually."

"Mind if I bum one of 'em?"

"Eh.. no problem." With that, you take the cigarette from the relaxing locust and your attention focuses back to the horde devouring your stack of porn. Fred sighs loudly and a puff of smoke fills the air around the two of you. He looks up at you and whispers, "Hey... you wanna get outta here?"

"Yeah.. Let's bounce." you reply.
You walk out of the room together, leaving the horde behind. Later, the two of you find sunken treasure.

Man, you have some weird friends.

Why do I continue to bid on things on eBay if I'm relieved when I'm outbid? Buyer's remorse comes even faster on the internet.

Only 3 and a half months until I'm done with school...for now. Seems close.

I forgot to mention yesterday that my car rolled over 100,000 miles. That's the second time for me. It was much better this time, though. I didn't have to keep stopping and turning the car off and on to get the odometer to work correctly. ...stupid digital dashboard.

I hate amazon.com so much.

I'm always tired; always hungry; always dreaming.

Why has it taken so long to get baseball on ice skates? We're falling behind as a country!

Watching Drake lose on a different court is not better.

Pablo, you're crazy man. You're just so damned crazy, man. You nut.

To avoid getting a parking ticket yesterday, I took a ticket off a car next to mine and put it under my own windshield. Should I feel guilty that this person will have no idea they got a ticket and might even get a second?

I can't concentrate long enough to read anymore. This semester will be tough...

Nothing interesting to report today. Sorry...

Starting my first long weekend because of no-Friday classes. I'll keep you posted.

I wasn't listed on the 'worst dressed list' again this year. I must be doing something right.

I submitted my resumé to the 'semester break work' people. I was phoned in less than 24 hours. Maybe I won't smell like Lone Star all summer.

So I'm addicted to a stupid internet game. Kading says it makes me gay. I say I just like having dinner parties.

Classes seem average this semester. I might actually have to do some reading. (gasp) I guess there's always sparknotes.

Well, things are back to normal. I've already lost five dollars playing poker, but it's a hand that I just can't fold with...

Here's something especially for Pablo. I hope you like it, buddy. clickity

Hamburgers, in the spirit of chicken stirfry will be forever renamed beef flipgrill. Mary considered that little tidbit to be bloggable.

Is it just me or was that the longest 3 weeks of all time? The time at work seemed to crawl, and the rest of the time...wait. There was no other time...