Rotten Orange Crush

It's lunchtime, and I'm eating humiliation for lunch with a side of cold rejection. Yick. Ok, so it's not that bad, but darn it! There should be a law of the universe against people I like being able to resist my devilish good charm.

Yeah... so I asked Matt Kruger out today. Unfortunately for me, though, he's not interested for a variety of half-assed lame reasons. humbug. As Jim would say, I "need me some lovin'." *whinewhinewhinebitchmoanwhinebitch* Ok, I'm done now.

In good news, though, yesterday was SUPER FUN!!! I slept really late, and then I went to Fencing Club with Nick! It was really cool- he took a lesson in foil, and I took a lesson in sabre. (and we rocked it, naturally ;-) ) of course, my right thigh completely hates me now from the funny stance and lungeing, but it's nothing a little bit of ignoring and two ibuprofen can't help. ARGH!!!!!! enter's not working again! raaarr. Anyway, last night we went through massive quantities of booze- like, a bottle of Peach Schnapps, lots of Coors, a substantial amount of vodka, a bottle of champagne, some tequila, and a six-pack of fat tire. We played drinking games and egyptian rat screw, and both would occasionally degenerate into tickle wars. It was awesome. Some of the best stuff, though, was before the alcohol comsumption began- we did a picture scavenger hunt with Sarah's friend Marcy in Hawaii. Check it out: http://www.ofoto.com/PhotoView.jsp?collid=973578358105&photoid=873578358105&Uc=reik5wt.cf97f0wp&Uy=-dp10ou&Upost_signin=BrowsePhotos.jsp%3fshowSlide%3dtrue&Ux=0&refreshkey=1101066287394 It was awesome. Alright, I'd better go, like, be productive, or something. oh shit. I just realized that my bellydancing class started, like, five minutes ago. Well, I guess I'm not going! bah, humbug. well, as Victor Weisskopf once said, "When life is very bad, two things make life worth living- Mozart and quantum mechanics" So here's to string theory.