Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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A Completely Disconnected Tale of The Gay Table and of Other Unimportant Stories of a Tired Non-Drunk

hi!

today i had a class full of sexy questions and other sexy inuendos. he dropped his pen on the floor and from my angle of viewing his head was in my crotch: hey, not in class, i say, and he almost falls off his seat laughing and i'm proud. oh yea. and that wasn't he, the he that i like, he was a random he that happens to be my good buddy.

then i found out that we should not send anthrax to the professor's house, and that lewis acids don't have a pair. yes... but bases do.

i also tried to teach my student how to round off numbers and it went like this: so, let me write a completely random number from top of my head, 3.114L, and then... wait a second, that isn't even a number.

then i considered jumping stan, but it seems stan gets more turned on by my shoes and quantum mechanics than just by me. while i agree, my shoes and q.m. are beyond awesome, i am still the awesomest.

we then had a chemistry social hour (our chemistry dept is the only dept that serves us booze on the regular basis), where we easily picked out the cliques and stuck to them. then we bailed out and went to olive garden. not a fan, but i was voted out, and olive garden it was.

twelve people and three tables later, i realized why i got two forks with my tiramisu and it was stuck not in front of me but between me and my girl-friend, and why my two boy-friends were sweethearts and why their check was combined. because see.... we were the gay table. the waitresses assumed that i was a lesbian and my girl-friend was my girlfriend. the waitress assumed that my two guy-friends shared calamari, and the rest of the food because one was the man and the other one girl of the relationship.

and now i'm here, tired and falling asleep.

so...

goodnight

10:27 p.m. - October 17, 2008

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