Finished up last semester, and glad its over. I wish I had more time to prep for next semester, but in a few short weeks, it'll be underway. My best friendroommate informed me that he's moving out on the 1st, not a lot of notice there but I think he's had to put up with a lot lately. I keep feeling like the more I try to help people, the more things get fucked up. I help one person, and it invariably disrupts someone else. Work is slow, cash is tight, I need to find some alternatives soon.

So a few months back these two deaf girl walk into the bar I work at. They are both estatic I know sign language, and chat me up all night. These two are honestly a blast, one of them has a boyfriend, and the other one is about to leave the country. Friday night, one of them comes back(the one that didn't leave the country), and asks if I remember her. I do. She tells me that she has 7 more deaf friends coming up tonight, which sounds awesome. Her friends show up and they are HOT! They are all partying and dancing, and there are two girls that stand out to me above the rest; a long haired Hispanic girl and an Asian girl wearing a tattered denim skirt and some cowboy boots. They are both gorgeous. I have a eurika moment, realizing that there is a crowd of hot women in the bar and I am the only guy here that can talk to them. I decide to ask the girl that I'm previously aquainted with if either of them are availible, but don't get the chance. Every time she comes up to talk or get a drink, I have to wait on other customers. I come close once, but she doesn't see my post order gestures, and walks off. I walk to a pass through area to try again, and see the two girls I was eyeing deep in mid-makeout. I have a less enjoyable eurika moment, how did "I" not see "THAT" coming? (I have a strange tendancy to attract lesbians).

So my friend Seth had me get a book out of his car, and there was a mid-sized phallus in the passenger seat. I learned a valuable lesson. Buy a phallus for your vehicle. No matter who is going through your stuff, cop or criminal; once they find a dildo, they don't want to look anymore.

I submitted my reserch proposal for my honors contract just in time, and then got a call from the director of the honors program for a meeting. He said I needed to sign up for the honors program, and go for an honors diploma. Basically more work, but better credentials. It turns out I met the criteria, and might even be eligible for a scholarship. Now, I would do this for free, just to be a better person, but now there might be money involved too? I'm feeling pretty happy right now. I won't know for a couple of weeks if my proposal was accepted, and I have no idea when I'll hear anything on the scholarship; but still, this is a great opportunity! Of course immediately afterward, I sat in texting friends in an empty classroom for about 20 minutes before I realized that I didn't have that class today. Perhaps I have to balance my smart moments with some dumb ones.haha

It's come to my attention that I've inadvertantly started collecting lesbians the way some people collect stamps. The chief difference being that I would be able to lick stamps.

It's been a fun and oddly productive week. Last Thursday was my birthday, and me and one of my coworkers (who's birthday was wed) had a party at the club we work at. I booked a few bands, and got drunk off my ass. the party went so well, thta the owner wants me to start booking shows every week. We'll see how that goes. I also made a knife throwing target for my apartment. We've been having a blast with the new hobby. One of my roommates has a muscular disease that has withered the muscles in her hands, we didn't think that she's be able to throw at first, but she ended up taking to it very naturally. I'm looking forward to seeing what the seeds of this past week will grow into.

Went to the Mary Magdalan show tonight hosted by http://suicidegirls.com/girls/Pandie/, I had a blast. Fun show, I caught a copy of the Italian Villa DVD that was thrown out, and got to meet and hang out with all of the performers. I think I need nights like this more often.

So, I've decided to go back to school and pursue a degree in Behavioral Sciences, ultimately to become a social psychologist. Assuming my financial aid comes through. It's been a long drawn out process already, and buracracy has never been my strongsuit. Things are going pretty well though. I guess we'll see how this pans out soon.

Just moved into my new apt with two of my best friends: a mobility impaired lesbian cowgirl(not a play on words, she's badass), and my best friend from childhood who is an actor/fight choreographer/one of the guys who they map movements on for video games. Things fell into place just right, and we all needed the right kind of help that each other could offer I guess. We need to get a couch, and alot of our(ok it's pretty much all mine) crap is still in boxes on the living room floor; but things are coming together nicely. After all, it's not everyday you find people who can all agree and help coordinate classical Chinese weapons, a punching bag, and a punching dummy in the living room functionally, leaving room for living. My computer still hasn't been replaced from Hurricane Ike's bitchslap, but we have internet, and both of my roommates have laptops and are willing to share. So now I have regular computer access, and can keep more regular visits up here. I really like the way things are going. Thanks to everyone who always tried to keep tabs. Especially Shanyowl. I'll talk to you all soon.

I haven't been able to post here in so long. My computer is still dead from Ike, and my laptop is just fried. Hopefully one of those situations will be remedied soon. I went out to the Ziegenbock Festival last Saturday, and had a blast. It was a Texas Country music festival hosted by Ziegenbock and Bud LIght. Alot of good music, and fun. For some reason(I'm guessing because I was the only guy there with dreadlocks and a cowboy hat), alot of people wanted to take their picture with me. All day long, I kept getting stopped by people wanting to either take my picture, or have theirs taken with me. That was fun, but honestly did start feeling weird after about the 3rd or 4th time. I'll try to post some pics as soon as I can have access to a computer and download pics from my camera.