Friday was greeeeeeat
I went over to Durango and hung out with my old prof Jim. I can now safely call him my friend, because he was busy planning all of the future times we are going to chill out. He took me to the Falc's, but alas, no alcohol which actually made me feel better and not as wicked. He was telling me about how Michael Chertoff, Head of the Department of Homeland Security was with his secret service detail in May Palace the other day in Durango, and a former classmate had to wait on him. I asked him why was that guy here and he said "To meet with the tribes to tell them how to deal with possible terrorism....yeah, I know, go-fucking figure!" We talked mostly school, future, politics, and possibilities in getting involved with a poly-sci club and maybe some panels. He was so awesome. And then at the end he hugged me, and he was like "Blah blah blah -- the reason I don't do independent study is because they already have teachers that do these things and they won't want to pay me - But I would do it for you." I love my professors! They make life sublime.
Then I went to Cortez, and Baley and I decided to go to the Dark Knight. We brought in a Nalgene full of screwdriver and prompltly got drunk. I have never been that drunk before just sitting. The movie made no sense drunk, and I was seeing double of everyone. There were these fucked up kids. Then we wandered home.
There is only about a month and a half of work left~! Hallefuckingluyah.
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