So my last class of the day was canceled because the teachers daughter had to go to the doctor. Now I've got to work on a Visual Aid presentation for next week. I'm doing it on my Tarot Cards and am going to do a reading in front of the class, should be interesting. Now it's off to work and drinking afterwards. Speaking of which I finally heard back from the girl who i went drinking with last week. (Long story short I don't remember most of it. Smoked a bit and didn't realize that the dude I was smoking with salted me(Put "Bath Salts" on top of the bowl) and I only remember bits and peices of that night.) Asked her out again and she says she dosen't go on dates so we're going drinking. Still good.
(random I like monkeys)

Good times.
I think the moral to that story is that I find it hard to even be date raped