Mish Mash

Just one more week and a day…just one more week and a day…just one more week and a day…

I am completely wiped out!  I decided to take tonight and tomorrow night off from doing school work, and I’m hoping I won’t regret it.  I really don’t think I can wait another night to catch up on Dexter, dammit!  Besides, I can’t go another day without reading blogs!

Last weekend was great!  Saturday night, my friend Keith and I went to a play on campus, and then out to go see the band with the badass chick singer.  Keith and the lead singer, Aim, have classes together, and she’s really good friends with the new fella, who couldn’t be there because he had to go to St. Louis for the weekend.  Keith and I had a blast, though, singing along and shooting the shit.  He is so silly, it’s hard not to smile when he’s around.  There were two ladies who were trying to seduce him all night with their ass shaking and boobies, and it was pretty damn hilarious.  We caught up with Aim after the show, and I met her boyfriend and her other boyfriend (it was weird, I can’t imagine how they’re ok with both being there at the same time…but whatever floats your boat!), and she was introducing me as “my friend, xxxx’s girlfriend.”  I heard she likes me a lot better than the last one.  😛  Also, my beloved Texas Longhorns won and are going to the Rose Bowl!!!!  YEAH!  It was a fabulous night.  Here’s a pic of Keith-ee Weefers and me.

The new fella helped me a whole lot with my math stuff, we worked for three hours on it both Sunday and Monday night.  Seriously, working on math, for three hours each night.  He was really patient and good at explaining everything, but I’m still worried about passing the final.  Oh well, not much more I can do than be as prepared as possible.

Speaking of the new fella (I really need to come up with a better name for him), things are still really good.  We’ve been dating for a couple of months now, and it’s still fun and exciting.  We usually cook dinner together once a week, and do something else one other night a week, whether it’s going out to listen to music or just watch movies or play Rock Band.  He’s comfortable and sweet, and very good to me, and it’s great to feel that again.  I haven’t talked about it here (or really anywhere) much because I’m afraid to.  I know that’s stupid, but whatev, it’s true.  I guess I’m cautiously optimistic.

That’s it for now, gotta go catch up with my favorite serial killer!