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A good friend of mine is coming out for a concert. She gets here Thursday around noon, after working a 12 hour shift that ends at 7am. Then she turns right around and goes home Saturday afternoon to get to work by 7pm.

Now that is a dedicated fan, my friends. I don't know exactly what we'll do Thursday, but I'm sure it will involve dinner somewhere nice, and of course no trip to Seattle is complete without a visit to my favorite den of ill repute.

Friday is the Seattle show. We're both big huge dorky fans of this band from forever ago, so she's the perfect person to go see them with. I'm going to the Portland show with JB, who has graciously agreed to forgo a wedding. That will be alot of fun, as it seems he's forgiven me for playing them so much in highschool.

(I'm leaving the name of the band out intentionally -- I'm paranoid about the "wrong" people finding this blog -- yeah, that's lame, but as soon as the wrong people read it, I'd have to delete it and start over -- you probably don't care, but I do).


That reminds me, I'm having a female house guest. I better rename the porn folder in my bookmarks to something other than "porn". Women seem to have a hard time understanding the need for porn, so it's best to just avoid the subject. What gives ladies? All we want to do is look at women hotter than you, do things we've always wanted you to do. I don't see the problem.



Inadvertently keeping to a policy of going out with women not even close to my own age, I spent a few hours with the chem-girl today. I'm not going to say how old she is, but I will say that she reads at a sophomore level.

This girl has bad news written all over her. She has a police record, an eating disorder, and a bitchy streak a mile wide. And that's just what I found out in the first day. I know what you're thinking, and don't worry, I'm thinking the exact same thing.


Occasionally, the tumblers of this universal cosmic machinery align themselves seemingly for a singular, higher purpose. And that purpose is to grant you a miracle. Yes! If ever you feel that you're alone in this world and no one cares, think of this, and know that good things can happen to you too.

A few more of these godsends, and I'll start going to church (actually, I'd still rather not). The best part is, there's no downside. If it crashes and burns, at least I'll know that we had the best chance of it working out.



I'd introduce her to my female friend who's coming out, just to see what she thinks. But I know she'd hate her, so it doesn't really matter. You may wonder why I would go for a precocious criminal, but not the girl my age who shares my interests. Let's just say I tried. Enough of that whole "love" thing. Bring on the barely legal poon!


So yeah, going back to college basically couldn't be going any better.