I actually thought that I was safe from making myself seem a fool today. At the luncheon, well, the lecturer tonight had completely skipped over me and didn't ask me a question or had me answer any of them. So, I sat back and heard what he had to say. Well, I thought I was scott free, then my hollywood, war and film professor stepped up and said, "So, Jesus. What are your plans?" Not to mention that I had just finished kissing professor ass, I panicked! First thing I thought was archaeology and history professor. And that's what I spewed. I had to fight back the erge to make a joke and say, Fire truck. Again, ladies and gentlemen, "It is better to have people think you are an idot, than to speak up and remove all doubt".

When we (Emily, Amanda and I) had just walked into Ahern, well, the bestest Russian professor in the whole wide world (yes, this is me ass kissing again) tried to usher me towards meeting the lecturer, but he was gathering sustinance from the table so I used that as an excuse. I kind of feel bad that I let him down. I'm such an inconsiderate student. I'm bad too. I wish I wasn't so anti-social. I actually found myself wanting to be more like good old Russ. He had no problems communicating today. Where he thrives, I puke.

Have you ever heard a song that made you feel like when you were young and heard it then? I hate it when that happens. The songs that I hear lean over to the depressing side of my life. I think the only songs that I can remember with some kind of light-heartedness is "The Thong Song" and that Mammals song. Spring Break in South Padre. For those of you that are tired of me talking about South Padre Spring BReak, well, it's like my football career if I was Al Bunde. Anyway, that's all I have to say about that.