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i just had a bowl of beans...i'm so full. school's over for the week! this morning was my microbiology test. 80 multiple choice questions, 4 essays, not too bad. i've spent a lot of time studying for it so hopefully i did well. now i've got to start studying for my psychology test, i have 5 more days to take it. we'll see how this online format works out for psychology. i haven't listened to any of the lectures, i don't see the point if i have the book... or at least i hope. i better not get fucked over. oh well, if i do, i know better for next time.
monday was my date with mikey, i got curran to agree to come with us to breakfast. i picked up mikey dogg and hopped on the freeway to curran's. we get there, go inside, and notice that his door is closed. no way. so i called him and had a conversation about how cute his sleepy voice is, then i tell him i'm sitting in his living room playing with the cat. at that moment mikey slammed his hand on the bedroom door. he got out of bed and hopped in the shower while i laid out his clothes. nobody actually ate breakfast. mikey had diarrhea and wouldn't stop checking his myspace. eventually we opened the war drawer and pulled out the airsoft guns and headed to the backyard. mikey got rocked, i got him about 4 times. he was so afraid of getting shot, we told him it didn't hurt. as soon as he stepped out, curran shot and as luck would have it, it hit him on the hand...the worst spot to get hit. he screamed so much, i couldn't stop laughing at his pain. i only got hit 3 times between the two of them, i'm proud. later curran and i made dinner and we ate. then we got a call during csi, about how we had to go get ice cream for a birthday. so we left for bella terra. met up with everyone and hung out. mikey went with them but curran and i had to split because we needed to study.
yup, i haven't gone out since then, but it was a good day so it doesn't matter. i have laundry to do. and studying. i'm glad i'm not a louse.
monday was my date with mikey, i got curran to agree to come with us to breakfast. i picked up mikey dogg and hopped on the freeway to curran's. we get there, go inside, and notice that his door is closed. no way. so i called him and had a conversation about how cute his sleepy voice is, then i tell him i'm sitting in his living room playing with the cat. at that moment mikey slammed his hand on the bedroom door. he got out of bed and hopped in the shower while i laid out his clothes. nobody actually ate breakfast. mikey had diarrhea and wouldn't stop checking his myspace. eventually we opened the war drawer and pulled out the airsoft guns and headed to the backyard. mikey got rocked, i got him about 4 times. he was so afraid of getting shot, we told him it didn't hurt. as soon as he stepped out, curran shot and as luck would have it, it hit him on the hand...the worst spot to get hit. he screamed so much, i couldn't stop laughing at his pain. i only got hit 3 times between the two of them, i'm proud. later curran and i made dinner and we ate. then we got a call during csi, about how we had to go get ice cream for a birthday. so we left for bella terra. met up with everyone and hung out. mikey went with them but curran and i had to split because we needed to study.
yup, i haven't gone out since then, but it was a good day so it doesn't matter. i have laundry to do. and studying. i'm glad i'm not a louse.