i took my last final yesterday and had my last day of work today. i will be returning to work come july, but i will be without a place to live here until july 1. so i wil be going to my aunt's place for a couple of weeks.

my ex looked so hot today. that's ex-friend by the way. long story, but we still work together. i wish she wasn't so damn attractive looking, because as much as she hurt me i don't want to look at her. but my penis does. er, you know what i mean. i don't want to hug her. i don't want to kiss her. but i do want to fuck her.

on a happier note, i've made some headway with newgirl. she's shy, but i'm not exactly outgoing myself.

time for a nap and then i have to pack and move out. i'll see you all next month.

I have 70% use of my knee now. That means I can stand, walk, go up and down stairs. I still cannot run, squat, lunge or skip-- not that I skip or anything.

I finished my 16 page research paper (3 days late). I've been talking with this girl (not the one I made a fool of myself in front of) and I know she's interested. How do I know? I asked her. We're not too serious yet, but I'm optimistic.

Oh yeah. I got the JB1-- the world's first official 007 digital camera. Look for new pics in the not-so-distant future.

I was in fencing this morning and managed to injure my knee-- hopefully it's only a sprain. Sometimes I want to win so bad I forget I have a sub-par athletic body. It gets the job done most of the time, but when it comes to spectacular stunts, not always.

I wanted to ask out this girl from the class, but I've managed to get injured twice in front of her (the kind of injury I can't just shake off). I really haven't talked to her. I just know that she is cute and that I was able to make her laugh during some of the lessons before.

I remember reading somewhere that women like guys that can make them laugh. While I don't doubt this, how important is it? Is it number one on the priority list? Number 57?

Your thoughts/sympathies are appreciated.

I don't understand women, and I'll never pretend I do. I am good at predicting reactions from others if I am on the outside. But when it comes to personal interaction, I have no fucking clue what she's thinking. I think I may have had a chance with her, but I didn't make the right move and lost the opportunity.

Sober truth or dare is a bad idea. At least if we had been drinking, there could have been some type dares. Oh well. Maybe next time?

Three term research papers this quarter. I wrote a paper fall quarter on beauty standards for multi-racial Asian American girls. That paper would totally suffice for two of my classes this quarter. Only problem is my professor said she would not allow us to resubmit papers we have already received a grade on. "Do it anyway, she won't know." Ah, but the thing is: same professor for the fall class as the two I have this quarter. She'd totally see it. I don't mind these papers so much, it's my film paper that I am dreading. Film history papers are bad. I hate writing about films academically. It's up their with breaking (my own) bones.

In other news, I'm totally pwning in fencing.

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