Ok... Work is going well. Fired someone. Hired someone. Trained someone. Suggested my baristas wear tank tops to get better tips (all but one are girls. OT doesn't count, I keep him in the dungeon...) I'm finally getting everything organized... My job will be cake when I finish reorganizing.

I saw the unfinished documentary "Invisible Children" Go see it. Get sad. Get angry. Buy a bracelet. Bitch to Washington.

School is going well. I'm getting good grades for not having time to put any effort into it. I got a 10 out of 10 on a Logic paper I wrote in 15 minutes. I don't think I even read the book in weeks. My English Professor wants to use my profile paper for a model in next semester's class. She is also giving me until Spring break to catch up on my work. East Asian History? Psh... We have yet to discuss a concept I'm not familiar with. I suppose I should read the text a bit to brush up on names and dates but come on. Filial Piety? That's a standard in Asian households. Physics? Please... It's so basic it's insulting. I don't care because I'm an English major. Believe it or not, the Professor has to coddle the class because most of them can't even remember the algebra they learned in high school a couple years ago. Wow. I sound pretty fucking cocky in this rant. Oops.

Ok, seriously. I'm totally losing my bet to Ola. I'm pretty sure she meant 3 shots per girl (look at my Feb 13th blog), not "instance of non-platonic activity or action" at least I hope so. Guess I'll be crashing there... Or getting my stomach pumped at St. V's.

I love having platonic female friends. The kind you can get pissed drunk with and not have to worry about anything ever happening. The kind that would walk you to her place when you can barely stand. The kind that would make sure you are ok and have a cup of mouthwash ready when you are praying to the porcelain god. The kind that would undress you and get you into her bed when you are seeing triple. The kind that would hold your hand to let you know it's ok when you are breathing roughly from too much alcohol in your system. The kind that thinks it's cute that you fell asleep holding her hand. The kind that doesn't get mad because you play footsies in your sleep or steal all of the covers. The kind that doesn't mind lending you some of her men's clothes to wear because you have work in the morning. The kind that gets you to work on time and makes sure you're ok before she leaves.

I have the coolest friends.