Proof that I rule.
I get random phone calls from Danny Black.
Seriously, the man called me tonight. Of course, it was about Myspace stuff.
But still. Eh?
Anyway, we went downtown again today...got my cavity filled, and got some of my gums fixed again...for those who have tuned in recently....the last time I got my gums done with the laser was at the beginning of my senior year of high school. There was only a very tiny bit of regrowth, though, so that's good. It hurts a bit, but the procedures didn't hurt at all because the lazor was fabulous and cool and spiffy and didn't hurt me. Circle logic, eh?
Katie and I made a friend today, a Sudanese refugee who is studying to get a PhD in veterinary medicine. We took the CTA downtown and talked politics and world views and such. It was cool.
The Art Institute was nice, per usual. We had a good time.
Watching Eddie right now, so I can't think straight...as well you know.
Leaving tomorrow. Poo.
Oh, bad news: Out of the honors program. Oh well. I'll reapply at the end of the semester. This means no special acting class, but rather another English class. Perhaps I'll take that creative non-fiction class or 290 or something. I'll see if I can find Joey's e-mail. I hope she has an opening left in a class.
Seriously, the man called me tonight. Of course, it was about Myspace stuff.
But still. Eh?
Anyway, we went downtown again today...got my cavity filled, and got some of my gums fixed again...for those who have tuned in recently....the last time I got my gums done with the laser was at the beginning of my senior year of high school. There was only a very tiny bit of regrowth, though, so that's good. It hurts a bit, but the procedures didn't hurt at all because the lazor was fabulous and cool and spiffy and didn't hurt me. Circle logic, eh?
Katie and I made a friend today, a Sudanese refugee who is studying to get a PhD in veterinary medicine. We took the CTA downtown and talked politics and world views and such. It was cool.
The Art Institute was nice, per usual. We had a good time.
Watching Eddie right now, so I can't think straight...as well you know.
Leaving tomorrow. Poo.
Oh, bad news: Out of the honors program. Oh well. I'll reapply at the end of the semester. This means no special acting class, but rather another English class. Perhaps I'll take that creative non-fiction class or 290 or something. I'll see if I can find Joey's e-mail. I hope she has an opening left in a class.