So the Ev. of Acq. Behavior exam didn't go as poorly as I thought it would. A "B" is a total possibility. Let's hope.

But now a Psych Exam tomorrow. And where I had two pages of notes for EAB, I have NONE for Psych Stats. But I'm not really worried about this exam. I'll be fine.

I was riding the shuttle to class one day, and there was this girl sitting across from me. I noticed her particularly because I thought her face was remarkable. Startling clear eyes, retrousse nose, etc., I don't know. It all just came together in such a pleasant way. Also, she was smiling. Or rather, breaking into sudden smiles. She'd just smile to herself, repress it, and, a few moments later, smile again and just let it happen. It was clear that the causes of these bursts of pure sunshine I tell you was a thought or thoughts in her head and I was SO STRONGLY tempted to just ask her..."What are you thinking about? Who are you thinking about?"

I wish I had my camera. I would have just whipped it out and taken a photo, willy nilly.

If I were a guy, or a lesbian, I would have asked her out. Or at least introduced myself.

Now, some of you have been asking about a recent clip from a conversation I put up in my AIM profile. A sample of those reactions:

"What!? You come from MONEY!?!?!?!"

"Seriously though, would you wanna go on a date?"

"NO FAIR!?!?!?! I got dibs on your ass!"

And the answer to the burning question that's plaguing your mind: no, i do not come from money.

Technically, my father is a millionaire.

My Aunt Sharon on my father's side is married to Morty Forshpan, who was the former CEO of BUM Equipment, before he had to file a chapter 11 and sell to...Target? K-Mart? one of those thing.

But yeah, they live in an apartment now (and by apartment, think, apartment that costs at least $3,000/mo., maybe more) but before that, they resided on a hilltop, in a custom built mansion.

You're laughing now, but I'm serious.

Anyway, I bring this up only because I remembered their front entrance. Imagine a white marble terrace, Roman columns, two obscenely large oak doors with ornate gold plated (I think, my imagination my be running away with me here) handles. Beautiful, no? Now that's their front entrance to the house. Almost. All you have to do now is raise it slightly above ground, and stick a koi pond underneath.

::pause for effect::

I know, right? So walking up you see a raised entrance, with two small waterfalls coming down on either side of the steps. So as you walk up the steps to the door, you are walking over a pond of fish! Not just any fish, koi! Which are obscenely expensive and expensive to maintain.

Man, that house was nice. I wonder who lives in it now. There was a private tennis and basketball court, a guest aparment on the property, etc. My cousin, Jake (I wonder how he is), currently attends one of the top prep schools in the nation.

But they live on drastically fewer means now.

It was Aunt Sharon who signed my brother and I up for that summer of hell that I wrote about awhile back, 2 weeks of basketball camp and 2 weeks of swim camp (with Wayne Gretzky's daughter!).

But that's enough on that.

Point is, no, I'm can't buy you nice gifts, nor would I if I had the means to.

And no, no dates.

And my ass is my own, hands OFF.

Brings to mind an idea I had for sweatpants: sweatpants were all the rage in HS, specially ones with something printed on the seat. I wanted to make a pair that said: "Private Property" right across the seat but I don't think it would fit.

I just remembered that today is Thursday.

I have lab on Thursday.

I have to go. Now.