speaking of getting up, i was awoken this morning as a girl named libbi walked into my bedroom. now i'm not the happiest person in the world when i wake up, let alone GET woken up (marc of the bourbonnais can attest), but i was not in any type of foul mood this fine morn. instead, i found my surroundings very unusual, and the girl speaking to me even more so. i know this girl very well, but could not seem to grasp onto any recognition for at least 2 and a half minutes. i'm pretty sure the look on my face was priceless, as i examined the very room i have spent more than 4015 mornings waking up in like it was some place in cambodia (or somewhere else i don't know... whatev... you get the gist).

i think i was dreaming about having wicked awesome sex.

as should be expected.