Corey: It turns out that drinking and playing Mario Kart is not unlike drunk driving.
Sarah: Illegal?
Corey: No, just foolish.
I am glad that Corey's drinking doesn't bother me so much anymore, because her drunk-dials are AWESOME.
Walking home from the bus stop, I ran into
Emery Carl stepping out of Trabant Chai House for a smoke. I had just missed him playing an open mic, but we stood and talked for ten minutes or so. He showed me his new double album he just finished recording; one disc is of love songs and one is of loss songs. The pair of them are $20, which I sadly did not have on me, but I promised I'd have it next time I saw him. I think I'll see if Izzy wants a review of it for The Jibsheet. We chatted about recording and how cigarettes affect one's voice and Tom Waits and his crush on Sade.
Emery's, not Tom Waits'.
I got a 48/50 on the Chemistry exam I was so worried about. Go team me?
Tomorrow after class I have an anti-date with Robert for anti-Valentine's Day. We're going to rent a movie, eat pizza, and talk about people who've broken our hearts (and the Matrix). Corey gave me some drunken advice, including "wear makeup" and "let him pick the movie." Not so he feels like a man, but so I can see what he expects from the evening. Corey says that if he picks Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, sex is on. It's apparently the movie equivalent of "You want some coffee?"
Tod's advice was "do it."