Marc

... couldn't split up Tango & Cash - that's also true ...

Apparently, I can't spend more than two consecutive days in a high school atmosphere without getting in trouble for something. Though I'm 22 years old, I was dressed nicely (nice is a relative term with me = jeans, k-swiss leather shoes, and a dress shirt), and talking quietly about classroom situations with two other university students, I still ended up getting in trouble for being disruptive (disruptive also being a relative term in this class = the kids were on the internet, running around the room, throwing things at each other). Don't get me wrong. I'm just overexagerating. She merely asked us to be quiet b/c it adds even more to the chaos. So, we stared at the wall for the remaining twenty minutes, and snuck in words when her back was turned. Felt like I was fifteen all over again. Sick.

Big test tomorrow. Been studying for it all night. I called Mom for some encouragement (not on the test itself, but mostly to tell me to keep studying). Told her how I almost broke wind on the "quiet" floor of the library. My Mom, though she'll never admit it, likes those stories. They make her laugh, and that's what moms need half the time, right? A good laugh to lighten up their day. So, the next time you "let one fly" or "drop ass", call your Mom. I'm sure she'll appreciate it.

I had no idea about the D-Plan/Ted Leo show at the Metro. Where do I sign up? Who do I have to screw to get in there? Someone, please let me know.

Fellas - darts tonight? I'm in late. Hope you are, too. Word.