So I'm sitting in a hotel room in exciting El Paso. The airline gave me a free round trip voucher to extend my vacation for another day. It includes room and board for the night as well. They screwed up my hotel reservation though so I had to finnagle my way into an AmeriSuites down the street. I have a two room suite that is not attatched to any credit card or name that is attatched to me. Mini bar, two queen beds, kitchenette. I am so gonna tear this place apart and then I'm gonna make poopie doops in the bathroom and not light a match after. That's the edge. It's where I live.

Thanks for the feed back on that last one ass clowns. Well Vegas is pretty cool. Saw Amazing Jonathan last night, Tom Jones tonight and lost $400 dollars in less than an hour. Tom Jones was awesomely corny and I think I am going to buy a CD to play in my car when no one is in earshot or if I am traveling at a great enough speed so where a person I care about can not safely jump out while I sing "Sexbomb" to them. If you get in my car and are subjected to this, well... you have been warned.

Do you ever have that feeling that one portion of your life isn't going in the direction that you would like it to? Or perhaps more than one, but overall your life, or the main facet thereof is going forward? Maybe in a slightly diagonal pattern but in the general vicinity of precocious. Nothing feels like its crumbling down upon you but there is that nagging ache that says you should take action to bring dreams and desires to fruition. That your inaction, your decisions to sleep in night after night, your preference for evening sitcoms is leveraging your future. Well I have decetided... I'm taking up knitting.

Before reading this, please reference the post from February 19th...all caught up? Good. Well I met that girl last night and my world didn't come crashing down around me. A portal didn't open in the ceiling and suck me through to limbo. The pink elephant in the corner didn't even come and try to mount me for some stegodon love. That doesn't change the fact that it was truly wierd. This is compounded by the facts that we were in a strip club, she is dating one of my best friends, this friend saved my life once, and I forgot I told him that I read her short story. Stay tuned to see how this unfolds.

Things that happened yesterday:

1. spilled coffee on my pants and had to walk around all day with a stain that looked like I peed coffee. (not cool)
2. saw a girl that I used to work with and had a crush on for the second time in two days and she said "I guess we're going to see each other every day!" (cool)
3. said something incomprehensible about the stain on my pants rather than, "If I'm lucky" and ran away. (not cool)
4. thought about the line above in the middle of a quiet moment in the library and whispered "Fuck!" really loud (marginally not cool)
5. Ate Wendy's two different times (not cool)
6. Got shit on by a bird while eating Wendy's the first time (not cool)
7. the bird shit on my knee rather than on my head or on my food (cool)
8. Lost an 8 page paper in the ether that is the internet because it turned my .doc file into a octet stream? (not cool)
9. had to retype the entire thing (not cool)
10. saw that there was going to be an "Israel Block Party" on the West Mall and wondered, "what will the Palestinian students think?" (eh)
11. came out of class to see that there was a protest by the Palestinian Students Association who had dressed up like they were bedouins. They said that there had been some "complications" (very cool) would have been even cooler if they had claimed that the West Mall was originaly their mall and the formation of the Israel Block Party was forcing them out. Yet the only way that they could party was to sneak into the Israel Block Party and throw balls at the dunking booth and bob for apples.

Throughout all this I don't think I had a conversation with a single person. I think I am becoming more and more anti-social as the school days pass. I need to learn how to make friends again rather than just scowling and muttering to myself.