Well, this was a lovely start to the week so far, seeing as I wasn't followed around by a creepy boy today and had a peaceful time with just me and my computer.  I guess I shall leave up my weekly summary of the previous week as I always do.  Well, here we go...

-Monday-
-Moment-
I'm in the P-Pod buying junk food with Neko when I notice a poster downstairs that says "FEAR THE PEAY"
Me:  *to the cashier* "'Fear the Peay'? You know, they need to rethink a lot of their catch phrases at this school."
Cashier: lol

    The entire day wasn't all that interesting; however that morning was kind of awkward.  A few times throughout this recent semester I mentioned a creepy freshman a few times that has a habit of hanging over my shoulder silently.  He barely says a word to me unless he's asking a random slightly personal question (What's your real name?  How old are you? etc).  He was gone at some point for a little while (which made me happy), but now he has returned and seems a lot more eager to get my attention than before.  Last week he briefly asked if I would like to go hang out with him sometime in the future, but I walked away and brushed him off quickly as if I didn't hear him (I didn't want to and besides, I had class to attend).  Somehow my rudeness didn't discourage him and he still persisted to pursue me.  He was hanging over my shoulder Friday afternoon, eagerly curious in trying to find out my real name.  I would've gotten up and walked away; it would be so much more convenient than dealing with him, however I was too tired that day and wasn't willing to start an altercation.  I just sat there, still very annoyed of this boy's awkward efforts to flirt with me.  Well, the weekend went by and I stepped into the UC completely forgetting about that incident, only to have the whole situation move a little further.

    As I was sitting with Neko watching strange Kingdom Hearts videos, I felt a presence over my shoulder once more.  I glanced over my shoulder and none other than that creepy kid is standing there, just watching what I'm doing.  I quickly turned my head back to my screen and huffed to myself, stopping the video and closing my computer lid.
"You leaving?" Neko asked me, noticing I was standing up and putting my things up.
"Yeah...class is starting soon." I lied.  Suddenly, the boy behind me tapped my shoulder, getting me to turn around.  "What?"
He handed me an envelope sized card.  "Here," he said smiling.  He then proceeded to walk away after that.  I raised an eyebrow, then looked down at the card.  It was a crudely drown picture of a cell phone with a smiley next to it.  Underneath the image was a phone number and writing that said, "You should text me some time."  I had a petrified stare on my face upon reading that.
"TK...you alright?" Neko asked me.  I rolled my eyes up to her and slowly flipped the card in her direction so she could read it.
"Whoa!  Who gave you that?"
"That kid who was hanging over my shoulder," I answered, "He just handed it to me and walked away."
"Oh...him...Oh boy..." she said worriedly.
"What does that mean?!" I asked fearfully.
"Well, one of my friends kicked him once.  I think it had something to do with this."
"You mean he's..." I started, not even having to finish before she started nodding.  Don't tell me I have another potential stalker on my hands!
"Probably.  I'm sorry." She said.
I groaned in exasperation.  "Not again..."

    So later in the Trahern auditorium, I was talking to another friend of mine about the same incident.  "This kid you're talking about...is he kind of short, skinny, black haired, has glasses, doesn't speak, hunches over?" she asked me.
"I never noticed the hunching over, but everything else describes him." I replied.
"Is his name Seth?" her friend intervened with.
"I think so..." I said unsurely.
"Oh no..." the friend said, "I feel sorry for you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"He is a stalker.  He's desperate and doesn't have a sense of personal boundaries.  He will go after you hard if he wants you.  I'm sorry, but it looks like you've got yourself a stalker.  Whatever you do, DO NOT text him." she explained.
"Shit..." I muttered, sitting down in my seat and lowering my head.

    Later that evening I walked back to the UC, keeping alert in case I ran into him again.  Luckily he left for the evening; it was just me, Heaven, and Neko upstairs.  I sat with Neko and waited with her for the upcoming speech at Clement.  There was a paranormal psychologist who comes by every year near Halloween to speak of his personal accounts with the paranormal and enlighten us with his theories on what was really going on.  Sarah took me with her to that since I haven't seen it before.  It was fairly entertaining.  It had its share of bizarre and scary stories with the picture evidence to back it up.  Some incidents even made it kind of humorous.
-Moment-
At one point he's talking about the human aura and the possibility that it may contribute to spontaneous combustion when he shows a picture of a bloody bathroom with a leg on the floor and a giant black ring with a hole through the floor that looked as if something burned through it.
Person in the background:  "OH SHIT!!!"
Man on stage:  "I've...never gotten that reaction before..."

-Thursday-
    Thursday I was sort of tired and annoyed already, so having that guy following me around was really starting to get on my nerves.  Basically when I came up the stairs I saw him coming by once more to hang around me.  Right when he came nearby, I quickly darted past him, letting out a loud, "Hell no!" If he didn't get the message by now, he's officially either blind or stupid.  After that, I had to go to class.  The class itself tired me out since I had to basically carve all class.  I went home and immediately went to bed after that (8:00pm; the earliest I've ever slept in a while).  That was rather short for that day.  Oh well, onto the next one…

-Friday-
    Friday was the day before Halloween, so everyone was in a cheerful mood throughout the day. Jacob stopped by to catch up with people and invite people to his house party.  I don't really know how, but somehow immediately after his sudden appearance we all seemed to revert back to how we all were two years ago.  Maybe it was just his presence since we haven't had him around in so long, or perhaps it was his insistence that we play hacky-sack like we used to, but for whatever reason we all came back together and it was like one giant flashback to freshman year for the entire day.  After hacky-sack I was with the guys again joking and such instead of ignoring them and keeping my nose in my laptop like I do these days.  It was refreshing to say the least (too bad it was ephemeral).  Later in the evening my mood sort of changed when the group shrank down to just Lindsey, Tim, Candice, Marcus, and I.

    Later in the evening, I sat there forced to observe Candice and Tim getting close and touchy with one another.  It was almost disgustingly sweet; I wanted to barf halfway through.  Finally by the time I noticed her sitting next to him with her head rested on his shoulder and observed how content he seemed, the jealousy and regret hit me once again.  I decided to just leave for the evening, at least to escape the scene and think alone.  Just as I was about to walk out of the doors of the UC I stopped when I noticed it was pouring outside.  I shoved my computer in my bag and tied up my hair to stuff it in my hat, and just as I was about to step outside the two lovebirds and Lindsey caught me.  They decided to walk with me of course (much to my dismay).  Lindsey offered her umbrella to keep me dry and Tim ran ahead giving Candice a piggy back ride.  So I walked with them for about five minutes or so with Tim and Candice ahead of me giving me a full show.  Some point he put her down and they started slowing down and getting close, holding hands and looking at each other amorously as if they completely forgot it was even raining.  I couldn't take it anymore; I broke away from the crew and headed straight to my car, not even caring how wet I got.

    I took a detour around the neighborhood before I got home.  I figured I needed to drive around and stay away from home a little while so I can sit in privacy and think some more.  It also didn't help that I lit a cigar to calm my nerves (I could only imagine my mother's reaction if I just barged into the house with a lit cigar in my hand and a pissed off stare).  Finally I found an empty col-de-sac with no street lights surrounding it and parked there to just smoke and think.  I sat there for maybe ten minutes or so, just watching the rain hit the windshield and taking occasional drags.  As I flicked my cigar and watched the lit embers fall off, I had yet another epiphany.  I realized the reason why the guys I pursue heavily contrast what the guys who pursue me.  I realized it when I thought about what the UC guys go after.

    Aside from most of the women being nothing more than sorority bimbos, it seems that most of the girls have a mostly cheerful, fun-loving side to them, which makes them easy to drink and party with.  On top of that, the girls that seem to get into more sincere relationships with these guys have a side to them that I never had...a "child's aura" if you will.  It's hard to explain really, but people seem to all have an aura to them.  I noticed that Batinna and Candice both seem to have the same energy come off of them, an energy that resembles a jubilant child who hasn't lost their optimistic spirits just yet.  I'm not saying they are immature, I'm just saying they held on to that general excitement about life.  I, on the other hand, hold the direct opposite to this.  Most of the time I could give two shits about anything in this world, so I show little to no excitement about anything except those select few things that hold my interest.  On occasion I can be a fun loving individual, but there is an innocence that is lost; a perversion.  I drink, I smoke, I curse, I make sexual jokes, and sometimes I admit to wanting to jump someone.  I'm as far away from the typical example of a girl as a girl can get.  On top of that, there are some things I just don't do.  I am the least likely person to jump up and yell something spontaneous for a laugh.  It annoys me when people play games or tell jokes that I would expect out of a 5th grader.  I expect people to be more mature and moderate and get aggravated when they express the most immature of responses ("Eww!  Naked person!" or "Ew!  He's ugly!"; seriously people; our parents trained that out of us for a reason!).  Basically, I'm saying I lack the optimism, I lack the innocence, and I lack the looseness to handle absurdness, so therefore my child aura is non-existent.  This makes it very hard to be around a guy who is initially attracted by such attributes, which I am beginning to figure is a majority.

-Saturday-
    Saturday evening I went with Katie and Claye to a house party one of my friends from the smoke pit was hosting.  Katie and Claye were behind me placing bets on when I was going to start showing signs of intoxication.  I didn't really care; I just wanted to have a good time. I immediately went into their liquor since they had it all out and available.  I had maybe four martinis, four shots of Jager, a shot of Vodka, two glasses of Hypnotic, a glass of Bailey's, one shot of Tequila, and a bottle of Smirnoff before signs of intoxication finally hit me.  I remember standing around with the guys just joking with them as Eric decided to walk around in just his boxer briefs (good thing it was the hot one doing it). After that, I played Soul Calibur and kicked a few asses in that (surprisingly).  Then after that, Katie and Claye dragged me out of that party, since they told Jacob they would show up to his.  That's when things got more interesting.

    While I was in the car, I do remember giggling and yelling about how there were smiley's drawn on each of the windows of the car for some reason.  Then later at some point I remember the ride feeling longer than usual, then yelling to Katie, "This...isn't...SANGO!!" repeatedly.  Finally, we did arrive at Jacob's apartment, only to see that Jacob was planning to leave and go to Wal-Mart.  I decided to go with them, scooting in clumsily between Wes and Marcus in the back seat.  Wes's girlfriend offered to keep an eye on me in Wal-Mart to make sure I didn't wander off or do something stupid.

    After walking around with them in Wal-Mart, I recall the guys wanting to make a surprise extra stop near a liquor store.  Wes's girlfriend and I were left to sit in the car to wait since neither of us are old enough and additionally it wouldn't be a good idea for me to walk around there in my state.  As they took their time in there, I began to feel sick.  Finally, the moment they hopped into the car and the car started up, I hurled everywhere.  Needless to say, Wes's girlfriend's backseat is ruined.  I apologized repeatedly for it, but she kept insisting that it was okay.  I still felt pretty bad, though that wasn't the only thing I should feel bad about.

    After arriving at his apartment as quickly as we could, Jacob walked me up the stairs to his shower, turning on the water and closing the door behind me.  I stood in there for a while, vomiting again after a few more minutes.  I stood there with my head directly in the water just groaning, which may have gotten Heaven's attention.  She checked up on me a few times then walked back out.  Eventually, I couldn't take standing anymore since it was making me dizzier than I already was.  I wrapped a towel around myself and wandered out of the shower, arriving in Heaven's bedroom and collapsing there.  A few minutes passed by before I heard someone in the background yell, "Shit!  Where is TK?!"  I looked up to see Heaven frantically run into her room and see me.  After that, she left and came back with everyone following her.  Batinna gave me a bottle of water, telling me to drink it or I'll feel worse.  Heaven put a bucket next to the bed and blanketed me with Jacob's shirt, telling me to put it on when I can sit up.  After that, she flicked off the light and left me alone in there for a while.  After a while I remember hearing more familiar voices downstairs and wanting to join them.  I quickly sat up, which triggered me to vomit again.  After puking in the bucket, I came down the stairs wearing the shirt and the towel around me waist, trying to greet people, but nobody understood me.  Eventually, I passed out on the couch, then came back to again to see Lea and Leanne was there.  By about 1 or so, Katie, Claye, and I left.  I remember dry heaving in a plastic bag every time Katie stopped the car.  Needless to say, it was one hell of a night.

    In short I can say that I spent virtually all of Sunday recovering and now I am just fine this Monday.  The only other thing I need to note was when I was on Facebook earlier and I saw that Katie had uploaded a picture of me from that night (I was passed out on a couch looking disheveled and half naked).  Now, I understand that it may have been funny to see, but at the same time I'm not all too sure it was really appropriate to upload it for all of the World Wide Web to see.  I'm not too angry (hell, I mean a person could just mistake me for tired or asleep in the pic), just makes me wonder what else would be uploaded if there were worse pictures of me while intoxicated.  I just say that if this were to ever happen again, limit the types of pictures; don't take pictures of me in such a drunken vulnerable state next time.  That's all.

-Now the list of things I don't remember doing-

1. Admitting to possibly fucking Claye if given the opportunity
2. Attempted to jump out of the vehicle as it was moving
3. Called Lindsey a "slutty cop"
4. Puked on the stairs
5. Puked on Heaven's bedroom floor
6. Lying around in the bathroom briefly
7. Croaking at Lindsey on top of the stairs

Lesson:  Don't mix hard liquors

    Well, not much to go on about for this week.  Fall break is rolling in next week, so everyone around me was getting excited about that of course.  Additionally, midterm is coming, and all the art professors for some reason find that to be an appropriate time to pile all the students in projects.  Oh well, I guess I'll have something to do to kill time now.  Let's review over the week, shall we?

-Wednesday-
-Moment-
Sarah and I are trading art ideas. (I'm going to call her Neko from now on, since there is more than one Sarah I talk about on here)
Me:  "I guess you could draw me Zexion."
Neko:  "Naked?"
Me:  "NO!!"
Later...
Me:  "I'll draw Vexen for you in return.  Any requests for what he is doing in the picture?"
Neko:  "He can do whatever you want him to do..."
Me:  o.o *blink*
Neko:  "...Except that."
Me:  *sigh of relief* (Not that I want him to do that.  I just realized this whole thing sounds terrible...)

    So the best place to start would be Wednesday.  Not much happened for the earlier part of the day. The only thing would be just a quick comment that sort of agitated me.  As we were sitting together upstairs, someone came up and started passing cookies around out of courtesy.  A few people here and there said no thank you or passed the plate along.  I looked over and just calmly said that I would like some and added a thank you.  "Yeah, TK would want cookies.  She always wants something to eat." Marco shot in with.  That quickly agitated me.  Just what the hell does that even mean anyway?!  Is that some subtle way of calling me fat?!  Is that what makes me "Not your type"?!  Rude asshole!

(breaths in, counts to ten, and keeps writing)

    Well, after that, most of the girls in the group left.  It was just me and a few of the guys.  The guys were going on about ways to score pussy, and ignoring a few sarcastic inputs I threw in, so I figured it was my cue to leave and walked away to the other group to see what Neko was doing.  After a while of talking to her, I went on my way to class.

    I skipped Art History since there was no professor in there for fifteen minutes.  Graphic Design was boring yet again.  Monday I had to sit there and watch her correct text over a printing press for TWO HOURS.  Well this time we killed two hours by going over how to use Adobe Illustrator, a program I already play with on my spare time at home (and how I have been handling my recent line art work might I add).  Well, after sitting through that, I "worked" for one hour on a part of my project for that class, then escaped class and went to the basement level to work on my photo assignment for an additional two hours.  After finally fleeing Trahern, I called up Coty to see if he was still free to hang out.  That's when the night got interesting.

    Coty and I met up at the coffee shop on campus to have a quick bite and catch up on a few things here and there, when Sarah called me to see what I was doing (plus I did promise to hang out with her too).
"Hey, want to hang out with Chris (a guy from the smoke pit near Trahern) at his place?" she asked.
"Sure!" I said excitedly.  "Just give me the directions."

    So after getting directions real quick, I realize he doesn't even live far from my house.  Coty and I hop into the car and go on our way to his place where I come to find out that basically half of everyone from the smoke pit I hang out with is there.  After arrival, I chilled with a glass of Brandi (much to Sarah's dismay) and we all mellowed out as we watched weird YouTube videos, watched "Boondocks" and just talked.  A few interesting moments happened here and there.
-Moment-
I step out of the bathroom and Coty immediately comes up behind me and grabs my butt.
Me:  "WTF?!!"
Coty:  "Wow, Sarah!  You're right!  It IS firm!"
Me:  O.O

-Thursday-
-Quote of the day:  "Like a boss!"

    So some of my work finally paid off today in photography as now all I have to do is a few quick pictures of the human form and I can relax from there (Like a boss).  I came to the UC after that and began on my request picture of Vexen for Neko (Like a boss), since she already started on my request picture (Zexion eating pages out of Lexicon...LIKE A BOSS).  After a while with that, I had to go to printmaking class (Like a boss).  Not much was going on in there either; we just picked up our boards and went home (Like a- okay, I'll stop).  It was a very easy day. 
-Moment-
Prof Susan (Photography Prof):  "And then it just started making this loud humming noise."  *imitates the sound* "I wasn't sure what that meant..."
Me:  "You know, that's the same sound my mom's computer made...before it set on fire..."
Student nearby: O.O

-Friday-
    Not much happened for this day.  I didn't have class, but chose to come to campus anyway just to hang out.  I spent the rest of the day with Neko as we finished and cleaned up on our request pictures for each other. I ought to post up the line art of one of them at the end of this thing.

-Saturday-
    Saturday was the day of Jalisa's long since planned costume rave party.  I woke up and sat at my computer as I waited for the hordes of people messaging me for location and such.  It seemed that I became Jalisa's little personal messenger for anyone who lives on campus.  I understand it's convenient to have a person to notify everyone, however it's really annoying reiterating information to people when the information is handily available to read on her myspace page!  Anyway, only two or three people messaged me for that day (thank goodness).  One of them was Katie, although after a while she suddenly changed her mind and decided not to go.  I wonder why.

    Well, later that evening it was just me and Coty, since I promised Coty that I would be his ride to the event.  He dressed up as a dead Mad Hatter and I dressed up as a mad scientist.  After complimenting each other's costumes we hopped into my car and drove to the place the party was taking place at.  Sure enough, we were too early, so we decided to kill time at a McDonalds just to see how many stares we would get.  Sure enough, we got some gawkers as we walked in to get some fries and nuggets.
"This is why I don't work during Halloween..." we heard an employee muttering as she walked past us.

    We drove back to the place Jalisa rented out to catch her walking in with a couple of people as she was just now preparing to set up the stuff.  After helping out as much as we could, Coty and I decided to kill some more time and walk to the sex shop (it was nearby...don't give me that look).  After commenting on the dildos and porn magazines, we decided that was enough and went back to see if everything was ready.  Sure enough everything was set up and the music and strobe lights were already going, so we went in and danced.

    By about 1 or so, the rave was over and people were already discussing what to do next.  After a while of talking, the group decided that we should all take our little costumed festivity to Wal-Mart and see what happens from there.  We did so, arriving and getting more odd stares from everyone around us along with occasional giggles here and there from those who understood it was a Halloween theme.  It was when we got to the tech isle that things took a turn.  "Happy Halloween!" I heard an obnoxious voice say behind me.  I turned my head over to see who it was and frowned in disappointment when I saw a thug looking guy standing there with a smirk on his face.  Suddenly, I noticed him completely freeze in place as he stared at me in complete awe.  "Oh...Doctor...How are you doing?" he said in a suave voice as he slowly approached me.  Dear Jesus, no.
I nervously chuckled to myself as I turned my head to Jalisa next to me as she was staring at the same event.  "Help me..." I hissed to her.
She rolled her eyes at the guy approaching us.  "Oh God..." she muttered as she turned to the crew.  "Hey guys!  Let's go!"

    We all start walking off as fast as we could to ditch the tail.  Of course being the target, I was stopped by him.  "Hey!  Hey!  What's the occasion?" He yelled behind me.  I stopped, muttered a curse to myself, and turned around with a fake smile.  Just then, Jalisa's friend Steven stepped in to save me...or so I thought.
"We just had a costume rave party..." Steven stepped in with.
"Oh really?  This just happened?" The guy asked.
"Yep.  It just ended too, so-" I said as I turned and prepared to walk away.
"Oh man!  I missed it.  You see, I'm really bored tonight, so I'm just finding things to do.  What's your name?"
Why do I insist on playing nice?!  I turn around hesitantly to answer. "TK."
"Ah.  Well, I just came in from Cali, so I am just touring around and seeing what it's like here with a few of my friends.  It's so boring." He said.
"Welcome to Tennessee." Steven added sarcastically.
"Yeah...So, TK...where's your boyfriend?" the guy asked, clasping his hands together.  My eyes shot wide.  "Uh..." I said flustered.
"Ah, you're saying "um"!  That could only mean two things.  Either one, you're not interested, so you are trying to make something up off the top of your head, or two, you're gay." He responded.  How observant of him...
"Actually, it's the latter." Steven interrupted.  I shot him a glare.
"Really now?" the guy asked, raising his eyebrows with intrigue.
"Yeah, she just won't come out of the closet."
"Wow...that's kinda hot that you roll that way!" he said to me.  I was still glaring at Steven with my arms crossed at this point.
 "Well, what are you doing tonight?" the guy continued.
"I don't know.  I'm just going to do whatever Jalisa does."
"Is that your girlfriend?"
"No!" I shot back.
"Wait, are you gay or not?" the guy asked confusedly. I lowered my head and shook it.
"Where is she?" I sighed.
"Well, we have to catch them now.  They're probably wondering about us." Steven finally said, closing the conversation.
"Alright!  You guys have a great night!" he said, waving and walking away.  We turned and went on our way as well.
"You're an asshole." I said to Steven.
"I know!" he retorted proudly.

But wait, that's not even the end of it!
-Moments later-
I am explaining to the crew what just happened.
Me:  "And furthermore he was wanting to hang out with me tonight and asking if I had a boyfriend!  My only question is how the hell do you look over a girl dressed as a witch or a girl dressed as a catholic school girl and go for the one dressed as a mad scientist?!  What the hell is that all about?!"
Jalisa:  "He's behind you."
I quickly turn around.  Sure enough he is a few feet away from us with his crew waving at me.
Me:  "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

That's all for that day.  I spent all day Sunday doing nothing but more art work.  My muse has re-awakened.  Well, I guess until next week...*waves*

-Picture I promised-

-Wednesday-
    Well, not much to talk about for this day.  The only thing worth talking about would be a small incident I had that made me really conclude something about my friends upstairs.  You know how something happens that basically sums up everything you've been describing about a particular someone or something right in front of you?   I had one of those.  It happened when I stopped by the UC to sit with Sarah, but on my way to her I walk past my group.  Being courteous, I waved to them, but nobody waved back (some just stare at me in fact).   I turned around ready to just yell a greeting at this point, but just as I was about to do it I spot Wes standing up looking ahead making sexual commentary about some scene kid freshmen girls walking by.  That moment, I just blinked, then continued walking.  That about sums up what hanging out with them is like.  It wasn't just Wes being a chauvinist, but it was him being a chauvinist along with some others, completely disregarding one of his alleged friends just walked by to say hi.  Basically sex was more important at the moment.
-Moment-
Prof Cindy:  "So what do you think about this project, Britney?"
Girl:  "My name is Ashley."
Prof Cindy:  "Shit."

-Thursday-
    Thursday I felt pretty good.  I hooked up my good friend Coty with my other friend Bry-Bry.  The two had actually been talking to each other online previously unbeknownst to me, however once I figured it out, I quickly had to jump in and let the two immediately meet.  Knowing Bry-Bry was in my printmaking class, I dragged Coty upstairs not telling him he was there so it could be sort of a surprise.  I walked into the room with Coty closely following me.  "Hey guys!  This is my friend Coty, a.k.a. 'Nemo' " I introduced.  Bry-Bry quickly popped his head up from his work when he heard the last part.  "Nemo?  Hey, I've spoken to him before!" he exclaimed excitedly.
"Hi," Coty said timidly.
 "Come, sit down!  Pull up a seat!" Bry-Bry said welcomingly, offering him a seat.  Coty sat down and the two began talking to each other from there.
"He didn't come from a bar too, did he?" said one of the girls in the class.
"No, not this time," I answered with a chuckle.

    The two were talking for a while until Alley came up to the table.  She stood there for a moment, staring oddly at Coty, then finally turned to Bry-Bry.
"Who's this?" she asked.
"My 15 minute boyfriend!"  Bry-Bry answered proudly with a grin.
"I am?" Coty asked confusedly.
"Yeah…for 15 minutes."
"Okay…"
"I was going to ask what you think of my work so far…" Alley continued on with.
"Don't show me your work!  In fact, don't talk to me!  With your awesome art skills and your kick ass Mad Hatter poster and how you don't think your work is that cool but you got a deal with Disney!  Go away!" Bry-Bry ranted.
Alley gave him the most confused stare.  "…What?"
With that, we all just started laughing.  I love Bry-Bry.  He is a trip.

    After that, the two lovebirds and I decided to go out for sushi so the two could just sit down and get to know each other a little better (I was just being a chaperone at this point).  The two get along great.  I hope the two get along more and further down the line become a couple.  *Sigh* Yep, TK did an awesome job playing match-maker.

-Friday-
    Friday was a pretty awesome, smooth running day.  It started around 11 or so when Coty called me out to go get some sushi with him again.  He recently just got money back that the campus owed him and wanted to celebrate with sushi and cigars.  We started at Kohana just stuffing our faces like pigs until we couldn't take it anymore.  After that, Coty and I roamed up and down the road for a while looking for a small shop that sells the richest most expensive cigars in town.  While there, I decided to get a new lighter, since my Bic lighter burns me all the time.  Coty decided to help me out and bought me a $17 refillable cigar lighter with a built on cigar cutter.  It's great; you can actually hear the damn thing working when you flick it, plus it sets things ablaze in less than a second (powerful little thing it is).  After that, we picked up the best cigars they had and left.

    I arrived back on campus with him, dropped him off to his dorm, then went to my class.  After sitting through a boring lecture of critiquing ancient artworks (won't be boring for long; we're going over Greek art next week  ) I went to the smoke pit outside and met up with Coty to light up.  We sat there for maybe 30 minutes just relaxing.  The stuff unfortunately was a lot stronger than we both expected; we started feeling buzzed, as if we just had alcohol not tobacco.  Coty concluded that the cigars may have been dipped with Brandi or rum and that's where we were getting that sensation.  Anyway, after that Coty went to go pass out at his dorm while I stayed on campus a little longer to wait for the effect to wear off.  That's when things got a little bit odd. 

    I walked to the UC to see if people were still around.  Since nobody was really around, I decided to leave, though feeling really woozy during my walk out.  As I walk by, some frat guy stops me and tells me he loves me.  I stare at him oddly, then keep walking.  It was only about 3; a bit too early for drinking.  Anyway, when I was about 4 yards or so away from my car, I got stopped again, this time by a Jamaican dude who looked about in his early 30's or so asking for a smoke.  I told him I didn't have any.
"Well, then how about a handshake?  Mind if I shake your hand?" he asked.  After staring for a moment, I hesitantly put my hand in his, though still thinking to myself, "If something goes wrong I can burn him with the lighter.  I got it right here…"  The man simply shook my hand and smiled.  "The name is Alex." He said.
"TK," I answered.
"Ah!  TK!  Well, I see you around here a lot.  What are you doing at the moment?"
"Going home," I simply answered, turning my body thinking the conversation was over from there.
"Ah, so you don't live on campus." He replied.
"Nope," I said as I started walking.
"Say, are you free tonight?" he asked.  I stopped and turned around to look at him with a puzzled stare.  Was he trying to ask me out??
" I might hop around here later.  Why?" I said.  I don't even know why I bothered to tell him that.
"Would you like to go out to a club tonight?"
"A club?" I asked.  This guy IS trying to ask me out!
"Yeah, I want to take you out."
"Well…not to up for that…"
"Well, can I have your number?" he asked, pulling out his phone.  I just stare at him for a moment like a deer in headlights.  "Or you could have mine." he added.
"…Okay…" I said, pulling out my phone.  He gave me the number as I typed it just to humor him.  Maybe if he figured he was going somewhere he would leave it at that and go away.
 "Call me some time if you want to chat.  Maybe we can set up a date in the future.  See you around." He said as he left.  I looked down at my phone.  "Am I high…" I said out loud.

    Later that evening I went back to campus.  I hung out with George since he was the only one left who was present and awake.  We walked around for a while with nothing to do for a while but occasionally ambush people at their dorms.
-Random-
We were walking past the Pike House.  Everyone who goes to the campus knows that the Pike House is notorious for drunken rape incidents.
George:  "Why is their door wide open?"
Me:  "They are waiting for prey to unsuspectingly walk past.  Eventually a drunk sorority girl will walk by…*walk directly past and yell in a loud drunken white girl voice*  "Tee-hee!  I don't know where I am!!"
George:  *pushes me along*  "I don't think that was loud enough, TK!"
Me:  "Oh please!  They know their rep!  They were probably eagerly coming out after hearing that!"

    Eventually we got bored and decided to go ambush Lea and Leanne.  Conveniently Katie was there too.  We stayed there for a while just watching videos on youtube and talking amongst each other.    Eventually Batinna came over wearing a hat over what was obviously red hair.
"Hey, what's with the hat?" I asked as I saw her playing with it as she walked by.
"I don't want anyone to see my hair!"
"It's not that bad!  Nothing wrong with red hair; it's a good color!" I said reassuringly.  With that, Batinna gave me a stare, then took her hat off to expose half of her hair on one side of her head was completely chopped off.  My eyes shot wide.
"Oh…wow…um…"
"I hate it!" she exclaimed.
"Maybe you could start a trend…" I said slowly.

     Eventually while at the house, the get together turned into a little party of fangirls of a certain Korean band.  George and I were basically the only ones left in the room with sanity as we watched them all go crazy.
-Random-
Leanne:  *Get's up excitedly*  "OH!!!  I LOVE TOP!!!"
Me:  *snickering*  "I'm sure you do…"
Leanne: *realizes what I am laughing at*  "SHUT UP!!"

    Eventually George and I decided to leave and head back to the campus since Coty just got back from a shopping trip.  While on the road we had a discussion with each other on certain topics.  Basically, Britney broke it off with George due to her excessively busy schedule and not being able to make time for him.  He is upset, yet understands the circumstances of why it happened.  I basically told him not to let it get to him too hard, then he sat down and explained to me why he is so fixated on relationships.  After he told me how important it was to him I got into my discussion about why this time might not be such a good time to be so heavily committed to people these days, and that one has to go through the issues and hurt in order to get better so eventually they can be ready for the real thing.
"I mean, in high school I was kind of like you.  I wanted someone devoted to me and everything.  I was a huge softy when it came to that issue.  But then things started happening around me and finally I meet someone who has everything I was looking for…and I didn't know what the hell to do with it." was my input for the most part.  After that, we dropped the conversation once we entered Coty's dorm room, then spent a good hour or two with him before decided to head to bed ourselves.

-Saturday-
    So Saturday started with me at Trahern.  I went through the trouble of driving all the way there only to find out that someone broke the darkroom lights in the development room!  After that slight irritation, I decided to try to make the most of my trip to campus by trying to hang out with people.  That didn't work; people were once again either gone or asleep.  After an additional trip to Trahern to check out another development room (which wasn't even the type of development room I was looking for) I went home.  Later I was messaged by Katie asking if I wanted to hang out, but I was too tired for that at that point.  Later in the night however she did come over briefly.

    She came over by about 8 or so to see what was up.  After showing her a couple of funny youtube videos I found earlier we got to talking about events.  She was planning to see a friend of hers she met online in Nashville tomorrow and was bringing me with her for comfort.
"I might bring him to UC sometime too." She further explained.  "When are you up there?"
"Not after 1:30." I answered.
"Would you be up there at 11 or so?"
"I dunno," I said as I shrugged.  "I wake up at varying times."
"Ah, I see.  Just…whenever for you now." Katie scoffed.
"Sometimes I'm never even there." I continued.
"Yeah," Katie chuckled.  "I usually just come around when I know you or Batinna are up there.  Otherwise, I have no reason to be there."
"I'm not even there period these days."
"Except when bored?"
"Not even when bored." I said shaking my head.  I crossed my arms as I thoughts about why entered my head.  "Someone usually has to drag me up there these days.  I just don't care to be there anymore."
"Nobody talks to me.  That's my reason.  Well, except for that other day when I brought that game.  Then the guys were asking me what it was." Katie explained.
"Of course…because their greatest concern is just what game you are playing.  Bring a game and you get their attention." I answered sardonically.
"Well, Calvin at least asked me how I was doing." She responded.
"Calvin is different.  He actually notices other people."
"I just hope he isn't after me like always." Katie said worriedly.
"Oh, he's over that.  He told me all about that.  He said that was too long ago now."
"Good,"
"But…at least he asks how you were.  They don't even care if I hang around or not." I stated in a bitter tone.
"I'm sure they do; they just don't verbalize it."

    "Yeah…well let me tell you something," I said, leaning against a wall as I began to explain, "The other day I was walking past the group and I waved at them.  They didn't even acknowledge my presence; in fact some just stared blankly at me.  When I turned to say hi one last time, I notice Wes stand up to make a sexual comment about a couple of freshman girls walking by."
"Heh," she scoffed.  "Well, that's expected of Wes!  He does that!"
"Yeah, but that about sums up the entire relationship with the group right there.  Don't say hi to me; focus on some girl and get back to your videogame." I continued to rant.
"I'm sure other guys would find you cute." Katie said in a reassuring tone.  I lowered my head.

    "It's not about that," I clarified.  "You know I don't want that; you see how I get when I get that.  It's about friendship and making notice of everyone.  I feel like I am the last one; the invisible one to the whole group.  They compliment the girls they aren't even after, and acknowledge the guys who are there.  And who am I?  Apparently, I'm 'just TK'.  Whatever the hell that means."
"I don't understand them.  Who says that anyway?" Katie said as she began to collect her things and slowly get up out of the chair.
"All of them." I answered.
Katie slung her purse around her shoulder.  "I don't know.  They're just weird.  Hey, I'm gonna go.  I'll see you tomorrow." She said waving.
With that, I lead her to the door and let her out.

-Sunday-
    Sunday I spent the whole day with Katie and her friend Hiro in Nashville as she was trying to give him a tour of the city.  We went around downtown, then crossed the bridge to view LP field, then went to the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum.  It was rainy and wet the entire time, and I was getting cold since basically everything from the waist down was soaked (that's what happens when you're short).  I couldn't even stand staying at the Parthenon because I was so cold.  We decided to find something indoors to do due to that, and so we went to the mall and walked around for a while.  Since we figured the place was closing, we decided to drop him back to his hotel, then went back home by about 8 or so.
So not much to say about Sunday, but I do have some quotes.
-Moments-
Katie, Hiro, and I are having lunch at Bojangles, a chicken place.  I had an empty plate, but Katie still had a bunch of chicken and couldn't eat.
Katie:  "Hey, TK.  You want my chicken?"
Me:  *glare*
Katie: o.o  "I AM NOT RACIST!!"
Me: XD
Later in the evening, mom tells me a story.
Mom:  "So this girl is all obsessed with this guy trying to keep him in any way she can, because that's what happens to you after you have sex with someone for the first time.  You grow really attached."
Me:  *chuckle* "Not necessarily..."
Mom:  "What?"
Me:  "Um...continue the story!"

That's all, folks!

-Monday-
         Monday was a pretty alright day.  The only thing that sort of got on my nerves was a slight moment with a student.  Basically for the final parts of our project, we had to put text on our picture of our object to describe or represent it.  I didn't know the best way to represent a spoon with one or two words, so I texted Katie asking for some ideas.  Katie jokingly texted back that I should put the phrase "You just lost the game," on the picture.  I laugh at this, getting the attention of the student next to me.  "What's so funny?" she asked.
"My friend told me I should put 'You just lost the game,' on mine to see how many people get it."
Her continence changed to that of a deadly serious one upon hearing that.  "No!  You shouldn't do that!  That's a horrible idea!  You better not do that!" she protested.
"Dude, relax!  It's just a joke." I said, wondering why she was taking it so seriously.  I wasn't going to actually do it.
"…Well, I don't even get it." She said, staring blankly.  I explained the game to her.  She just gave me an even blanker stare, adding occasional blinking.
"It doesn't even make any sense." She answered dryly.
"It's not supposed to."
"Whatever," she sighed, continuing on her work.  I sighed and continued on mine as well.

         That kind of irritated me.  Basically I ran into yet another example of fellow art students who kind of annoy me in the department.  I already hate the pretentious ones and the whiny bitches.  Now I have been introduced to the one with the void of all emotions.  Eventually I moved on and continued my project, putting the words "hold me" in a sensitive font, then leaving for the day, though still annoyed at the thought.  I mean, granted, in my department I don't often run into the stereotypical artists (graphic designers have another mindset altogether), but when I do run into one I can't help but flashback to my old days with Nick, back when I had a difficult time fitting in with everyone and just spent every day in every classroom pissed off and hating every student.  I don't hate everyone now, but I just occasionally have some tense feelings here and there.  Anyway, after that I just hung around the UC for a while, then headed home late to discover mom was fumigating the house from bugs (runny nose all night).

-Tuesday-
        I already was in a bad mood since my photography class that day.  Basically every time I'm in there, the professor forgets or ignores me or something.  There was already that one time where she asked if the class had any questions then ignored that I raised my hand.  That day I came in on time and when she called roll and I said I was present she just kept looking around the room asking for me, asking if I was just absent.  "I'm here!!" I yelled loudly after the third time.  I think she doesn't like me.

        Well, what made the day even worse was when I came back to the UC only to see Corey was there.  Corey and I get along just fine, however anytime we go over the subject of academics or classes, she puts me down or insults the art department in some way, then starts praising science (she's majoring in biology).  Last time we went over the subject, she said that artists aren't likely to get jobs in this economy and that people these days want things that do with science, since science is the future and all that jazz.  Today was just another one of those speeches for her basically.  It started when she saw me with a camera in my hand.
 "What's with the camera?" she asked.
"Photography," I said as I fumbled with it for a moment.
"Why do you need to take that?  I thought you were a graphic design major."
"I am," I said, adding a sigh, "To be honest, I'm not sure I really like this class."
"Then change majors."
I stopped and gave her the most perplexed stare.  "I'm not going to change my major just because of one shitty class."
 "Then what's the point?"
"I have to go through this to get my major.  It's part of the BFA program.  I may be specified in a major, but I need to have some vague sense of some of the other arts." I explained.
"See, I'd rather do science for that reason.  I don't get why you have to put yourself in other stuff that have nothing to do with your major.  I just do what I want to do." She retorted.  I rolled my eyes.  This was obviously becoming another "praise science!" speech.
 "It's just what I have to do."  I said, butting in because I didn't want to hear it, "I still do the stuff I love, but along the way I deal with some shit.  Everyone is doing that.  I won't have to deal with a manual camera ever again when I'm done."  After stating that, I proceeded to rewind the camera since my film was all used up.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Rewinding the camera.   I don't know how long it takes."
"She never tells you?"
"Nope," I said as I continued rewinding.
"I don't like that the professors there don't tell you specifics.  You need specifics."
"She doesn't have to tell us a time.  She just said do it until the button opens." I said in a slightly irritated tone.

        Later in the day I had some time to forget about that for a while in Printmaking.  I was working on print when suddenly I got a text from Katie asking me to save her.  I discreetly texted her back, asking what was happening.  Jeff apparently made a surprise visit to her house and took her to a bar, but she didn't want to be around him.  I asked her what bar was she at.  She answered that it was a sports bar that wasn't too far from campus.  I decided by that moment to just help her since she wasn't that far.
"Looks like I have to rescue a friend." I said.
"What?" A girl asked me confusedly.
"My friend was dragged out to a bar and wants to leave." I stated.
"Wow, did she want to go?" the girl asked.
"No,"
"Why did she go?!"
"I don't know.  This guy is nuts and she still hangs with him!  Get this:  Last time we all hung out, he tried to ram the car into a truck while going 60mph!"
"Go save her!" another person shot in with.
"Yeah, I just might.  I'll just tell him I stepped out on an emergency.  I'm sure he won't care." I said, getting my keys and walking out.

        So there I was outside of Trahern in my oversized, white button up shirt I put on to protect my clothing waiting for her to come by.  She finally arrived and we walked back into my class.  She stood there with me as I went back to work, then eventually decided to sit outside since she felt awkward.
"You sure?  I mean it's a whole hour.  It'll get pretty boring." I said.
"I'll be fine." She said back as she stepped out.
"She shouldn't just sit there.  I mean, it's okay if she stays.  She's in no one's way." Bry-Bry said.
"She seems so shy," another girl at my table said, "I was smiling at her so she wouldn't feel so awkward."
"Good going.   You probably creep her out." Another girl retorted.

Yeah, I saved Katie from Jeff once again.

-Wednesday-

Quote:  "Dreams only come true when the dreamer takes action."
- Joel Osteen

        Throughout the beginning of the day I felt miserable.  Basically I kind of had a stack up of different emotion from the previous days.  I was agitated with how some of the classmates and even some of the professors were, then even more agitated with how people outside of the department treat artists (it's not just Corey with that mindset).  The worst part is that some of the statements from people outside the department were getting to me a little more.  What if this is really all pointless?  I mean, sure, I do believe I will make it and do what I want to do, but I felt like it would hold little to no significance; all I would do was follow some client around and visually present some shitty idea he or she came up with and just follow directions like some corporate monkey.  I felt like it would make little impact on anything at the end of it all; I'd just be one more little person contributing to the marketing monster.  It was by graphic design class that my perspective lit up a little more.

        It all started when a student made a design of a meat tenderizer that said to the side of it "I'd hit that."  A few students (me included) snickered at the double entendre of the statement.  The prof herself was too old to get the joke herself.  Finally a student pulled her aside and explained the meaning.  That's when Professor Cindy stood up and started speaking out.  "Did any of the rest of you get the joke?" she started.  The students around me simply nodded and said yes individually.
"See…I'm much older than a lot of you.  I didn't understand the phrasing until it was finally explained to me.  Now that I know I have to say that as funny and clever it is with the word play, I don't think this would work with a broad audience.  No offense to you, I just think it would work better with the younger generation.  Did you guys find this funny?" she continued.  Once again a few students here and there nodded and said yes, some giggling a little.
"I mean, it's not offensive to me if that's what you're getting at." A girl responded.
"It is offensive to me slightly since I know the implication.  I find it a tad degrading.  I mean, if I came into a store and every day I saw written on the wall 'I'd hit that,' knowing what it is, then I would slowly start to feel a bit objectified."
"Well, usually a man is saying it as a form of compliment.  He is saying that you are attractive enough that he would like to do dirty things to you…if given the opportunity…" Another girl came in with, though making a face on the last part of the statement as she realized it was killing her argument.
Cindy blinked and smirked at her statement.   "…yeah…I still don't think it would work for the general public."
"Well, no.  Perhaps it wouldn't work…but it is still clever.  It could be on a young guy's T-shirt." The first girl said back.  That's when Cindy began her speech.

        "Students, I need to tell you this as future graphic designers.  When you guys leave and start working with your businesses, you are not going to be followers anymore.  From that day on, you are going to be the leaders.  You can't fall into what everyone else wants anymore, for you guys are going to be the pioneers of culture.  Every commercial you make, every concept for a videogame or design idea for a website or anything you create, is going to influence others in some way and reverberate.  You are basically going to have some form of media control and that will lead parts of pop culture, so you have to be careful." She said.  She continued with a story from her old graphic design days.  Basically when she was in her mid 20's she was called on a project to design a poster for a slightly sexually graphic movie that had come out at the time.  The producers had an idea of a screen cap from the movie of the girl tied up and the man on her fondling her.  Highly disagreeing with the implications of sexual assault and domestic abuse that the poster would have, she quickly stood up and stated that she heavily disagreed with doing it and said that she refused to do it if it included that.  Right then as she thought they were ready to kick her out of the office, they sat down and asked her, "Well, what do you suppose would be better?"  It was then that she realized that as a graphic designer working with a client, it wasn't always about following just the client's idea, but sometimes the designer themselves have the responsibility of where the project goes.  They don't have to submit and allow something they heavily disagree with happen; they do have some level of power.

        After she made that speech, she called for a break.  At that moment I had to come up to her and hug her.  I told her how I was having a difficult time since a few of my friends who are outside the department underestimate what I am trying to accomplish, and that her speech actually gave me a bit of new motivation.  "Well, I'm glad I inspired someone today!" she said excitedly.

        After class, I decided to walk around with Coty for a while.  We were talking a bit about relationships, specifically some of his boy troubles.  "I get so tired of approaching guys and then they say, 'I'm sorry, Coty, but you just aren't my type.'  So now I wait for people to approach me…though I know that won't happen." He explained.
"Oh, I'm sure someone out there wants you.  You're not an ugly person; you have a level of attraction.  And you've got personality.  That's a plus." I said trying to cheer him up.
"Well…yeah…but I don't know.  I get rejected a lot, and a lot of the time they will say it's my looks."
"At least they tell you!  I once asked my guy friends what it is about me.  You know their response?  'You're just…TK.'  What the hell does that mean?!  That's not a description, that's just restating my name!"
"What they are trying to say I think is that your naturally masculine approach intimidates them.  You need a submissive guy who will bend over to your every will." He explained.
"I don't need that!  I've had guys like that approach me.  I find it pathetic." I said disgustedly.
"Well…then you need a guy who can fight back.  A guy with a strong backbone who isn't afraid of a girl hitting him and it actually hurting."
"You know any like that?  I just know insecure guys."
"Well…I don't know very many straight men.  They just aren't that interesting." Coty responded.
"I know, right?  Most of them come at you with lame ass Star Wars jokes, laugh at themselves like it was the funniest shit in the world, then go, 'So…you wanna go out?'  That's the case with me, anyway."
 "I think I only know two interesting straight guys.  Like, I know Joe.  Maybe I can tell Joe that there is a strong short black girl with attitude who would like to meet him and see what he says."
I stared at him oddly.  "Um…thanks for the description, but with the imagery coming up in my mind, I find it a tad inappropriate to put it that way." I said.
"Yeah…but I'm being honest." Coty said as he whipped out his phone.  He began looking through his address book as we walked silently for a few more feet.
"So who is this Joe guy exactly?" I asked.
"You might know him.  Do you remember anyone in Kenwood by the name of Joseph ***?" he asked.
I abruptly stopped as my eyes shot wide at the realization.  "JOSEPH ***?!?!  NO!!! NO, DON'T HOOK ME UP WITH HIM!!!  THAT'S AN OLD HIGH SCHOOL ACQUAINTANCE!!!" I protested.
"Relax!  He's hot, mature, could probably handle you.  Did you ever find him attractive?"
I looked around for a moment.  "Well…I guess I could say he was kind of attractive, but he isn't the type of guy I would hop on!"
"Well, there.  You find him sort of attractive.  That'll work."
 "But-"
"Relax." He said again as he dialed his number.  After a few more awkward moments, he answered.  "Hey, Joe…yeah hey, it's Coty.  Hey, there is a girl I know who really wants you right now…I know, right?!"
 "COTY!!!" I screamed, glaring back at him.
Coty just shushed me and continued talking.  " Anyway, if you can come by here right now or make it to my place on Sunday you two could probably meet up…ok…Can you make it this Sunday…That sucks!  Well, maybe I could give you her number." He said as he proceeded to recite the number.  Finally after a few more exchanges, he hung up.
"Well, he's busy right now, and he can't join us on Sunday at my place because he'll be in basic for a month, but I gave him your number.  He might text or call you at some point."
All I could do was glare back at him for a while.  "…thanks…" I said hesitantly.
"What?  I'm trying to hook you up with someone good." He testified.
"I appreciate it.  It's just that ever since I graduated I promised myself to never look back on that crap.  Hell, last guys I've dated don't even come from here for a reason!"
"That was what, three years ago?  Time has gone by and people matured!  It'll be okay.  You guys used to talk to each other and got along before, so that's a plus.  Just now it's going to be different because you guys are in your twenties now." He argued back.
"I guess you're right.  I don't know…I guess I'll try this."
Just then, my phone vibrated.  I had received a text.  I looked at it and it was none other than him, asking if he got the right number.  I responded yes, adding that he might already know me.  He texted me some more, asking how.  I texted back a few hints here and there until he finally figured it out.
"Oh!  Hey, TK!  How are things?" I finally got.  From there we spent the rest of the day catching up with each other on how things have changed since high school.
"See?  I told you it wasn't going to be that bad.  Maybe you can get laid." Coty said at one point.

-Joke I made later-
"So I may not be playing with beakers, advancing medicine, curing a disease and getting an award for it…BUT I CONTROL THE MASSES!!!" *evil laughter*

-Thursday-
Quote:  "Wow…that's a really awesome looking concept of a car.  Too bad we're gonna be dead by then!"
-Me looking at a concept car for 2013

-Friday-
So Friday wasn't too much, I just had to go home early to babysit my mother.  She had wisdom tooth surgery that day and needed someone to keep an eye on her as the meds faded off to make sure she didn't hurt herself while under the influence.  She kept insisting that grandpa will just watch her for a while and once she falls asleep she will be okay, but I wanted to make sure.  What especially grabbed my attention was the text message I got from her during class.

Tkokstagjf youWamt

Mom

        I sat there for a moment, staring confusedly at the text for a while.  That moment I figured it would definitely be better if two people were there, so after class I got a quick bite for the road, then drove back home to see Grandpa half asleep on the couch.  We sat in the living room talking for a while until we heard a loud noise in the back.  The two of us quickly got up to check on the noise.  Mom had just moved out of the chair and basically passed out on her bed.  Grandpa placed all her stuff back into the chair then pointed out where her meds were in case she got up and asked me.
"Thanks," we both suddenly heard a very drowsy voice say.  We both looked over and saw her with her head up and eyes open.
"No problem.  I'm going to leave now.  Leave it up to Tracey now." Grandpa said as he walked out.  I stepped up and waved.
"Hey," I said, greeting her.  She just stared for a second like she didn't even know who I was.
"Hey," she said back, and then passed out.  That was interesting.

        By about 5:30 or so, she had finally come back to and was surprisingly ready to function like nothing even happened.  She said that the procedure went smoothly and she felt nothing, but she was so disoriented from the drugs that half the time she didn't even know where she was.  At one point, she even popped up and said in the office, "Shoot!  I'm late for that appointment!"

-Saturday-
-Quote:  "The development room turned into a wet T-shirt contest!"
-Me explaining getting splashed by the hose while doing my project

         Saturday was slightly hectic, but a pretty good day.  First, I drove my mom to planet smoothie so that she could have something smooth and cold to eat so not to hurt her teeth.  After dropping her off, I drove off to Trahern to finish my photo assignment.  After that I came back to hear that Katie called.  I call her back to find out that she was trying to invite me to dinner with Jacob.  I drove off once again to join them in that briefly, then after that I went home feeling exhausted.  For some reason, I started getting message left and right from different people inviting me everywhere.  When the hell did I become so popular?!  Out of all of them was Justin texting me the most, sounding a tad too eager when begging me to join him at a party.  I texted back that I was tired, but he asked once more if I was sure.  I said I was, then got a text back that maybe we could hang out tomorrow then with a wink.  Five minutes later I got yet another message asking once more.
Me:  "No!  NO NO NO NO NO NO!! NO DAMMIT!!!" *slam down phone and huff*

Why do I have fanboys?!

        Anyway, the only person I felt like actually hanging out with was Joe.  Through the mesh of other messages I finally found his asking if I was free to hang out that evening.  I said yes and joined with Katie to go there, since I did promise Katie that I probably would hang out with her later that day.   Sure enough, we were there talking for a while.  He's still a little shy since last time I spoke to him in middle school, but he's still an entertaining person to talk to.  After that I wished him luck in basic since he was going the next day, then left.  I don't know where this will go, but we will see…

Well, that's all that's happening with me.  Sunday was just a lazy day.  Now I have to prepare for the next hectic week ahead.  See what happens next week.

    Well, I've got a bit to cover for this week, considering that school has just now started for me.  This is probably going to be rather vague since I haven't been covering anything for the week (lazy and my schedule is packed).  Let's get started anyway, shall we?

-Monday-
    First day of school was Monday.  I had two classes to attend, but I didn't have to attend any of them until around 1:00.  I decided to take advantage of that and hang around the UC until then, greeting old friends and catching up with people.  There was a new girl upstairs.  Her name is Megeara.  She's a rather bubbly, intelligent person I've grown to enjoy being around so far.  Along with that, a friend who just graduated from high school named Coty is up there with me now.  I don't really know what the guys think of him (considering they have been acting a tad standoffish with anyone new lately), but Coty's having a good time up stairs it seems.  Well, after hanging around for a while longer, I finally went to my first class:  Art History Survey I.

    The class wasn't really all that much; we just sat there as she went on about how "wonderful and exciting" the class is going to be (bullshit).  After that, I went to the real entertainment for the day:  Graphic Design I.  I have a professor who I would have to say is quite a character in herself.  I've been told by previous students that she was rather bizarre amongst all of the other eccentric professors in the art department (that's saying a lot, trust me).  The first thing we did in there immediately after introducing ourselves was pick an inanimate object out of a box.  I had the luck of pulling out a large black spoon.  After picking our tools, she began to explain the assignment.
"I want you to animate the object in your hand." She started, "But before we get to that, you have to know your object.  You have to give it a character and accentuate its most observable features.  What comes out to you first?  What does it do?  What kind of mood does the object set?  For example, her spoon.  What is your spoon used for?" she finished off, pointing at me.
"Cooking," I answered simply.
"Okay, there is our most basic thing.  What features come out at you?"
"The round, concave end," I said.
"Describe your spoon." She continued.
"Dark…rubber handle…metallic…"
"Would you say your spoon is threatening?"
I raised my eyebrow at this statement.  "Maybe…?"
"Could you beat a person with your spoon?" she said, taking it out of my hand and demonstrating as if hitting an invisible person.
"Yeah…"
"If your spoon had a name, what would you name him or her?"
"Um…" I said, getting really confused at this point.  This exercise was slowly becoming rather strange.  "Bob?" I finally answered, shrugging as I was blank on ideas.
"I don't know…" she said, examining the spoon in her hand intently, "Bob seems like a rather effeminate man.  I would think of a fancier name for a domesticated effeminate male.  But then…" she said, looking up as if thinking, "Bob could work.  Okay, Bob sounds good.  Class, I want you all to think of a name and come up with five descriptions for your object."

    After each person presented their object, she sent us home with the assignment to draw our object in a way that accentuates its features.  As I was walking out, I got a text from Coty asking if I was coming up to the UC and if I could do him a favor and take him home for the day.  I arrived upstairs in the UC to find that he wasn't even there.  I walked back and forth upstairs for a while, wondering where he went.  He told me he would stay up there and wait for me.  Eventually the group upstairs spotted me walking around with a look of unease.
"You lose something?" a girl asked.
"Yes, I did.  If you spot a blond emo kid with blue tips could you please bring him to me?" I said.  The girl slowly nodded.
"Okay…"
"Thanks," I said, walking off.  Eventually as I continued searching, I decided to stop by the bathroom.  After coming out I was greeted with that girl again, only this time she had Coty locked on her arm staring at me perplexedly.
"I found him!" she said excitedly, throwing him to me.
"Thanks," I said, chuckling a little.  She nodded and walked away.
"What was that?" he asked, "How does she know me!?"
"Oh, I told them to bring an emo boy to me." I said, still chuckling.  After that, he picked up his backpack that was sitting with the UC guys and we went on our way.

    I came back to campus a little while later because home was too boring at the moment.  While there I ran into Lindsey.  We started talking and even decided to have dinner together to catch up on everything.  I even told her about the spoon thing in Graphic Design.
-Moment-
Me:  *holding up the spoon* "Spoon, you are curvaceous yet thin around your handle.  You shine and reflect everything.  You have a large, concave head.  I feel sorry for you spoon."
Someone at the next table is staring at me.
Me:  *to them* "I'm not crazy."

    After the meal, we decided to walk upstairs just to see if anyone was there.  Sure enough, there was a young red headed guy in a black fedora sitting upstairs talking with George.  We joined them for a little while before I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Hey," the voice said in its familiarly deep southern accent.  I turned around to the owner of that voice, which was no other than Josh, or "Cowboy" as I referred to him in previous entries.
"Hey!" I said, surprised that he was even there.  He disappeared in the middle of last semester after that fight that broke out upstairs one day.
"Didn't think you'd see me, did you?" he said to me, smirking.
"No, actually," I said back; part of me was slightly disappointed about that.  He was sort of cool, but sometimes a little kooky.  It didn't help that he'd hang all over me like some hungry dog because he liked me either.
"Yeah, I went through some shit since that fight, but I'm back!" he said cheerfully.
"Great…" I said dryly.

    Eventually we all settled once more, just continued chatting and catching up with everyone.  George eventually got into his video playing mood and started showing the group funny videos on Youtube.  I stood up as I usually do behind the chair watching the videos with him when suddenly I felt an arm tightly wrap around my waste, along with an obnoxious loud laugh coming from Cowboy.  My head shot up as I realized what was happening right there.  I tugged away from him lightly to give him a signal that I was uncomfortable, but to no avail he just kept his arm around me and continued watching.  I started letting out a nervous chuckle as I continued trying to tug away, throwing a glance at Lindsey as if asking her to help me.  She simply gave me the same glance back not doing a thing.
"Ahem!  Hey, Lindsey!  Look what time it is!  Shouldn't we get on those K-dramas before it's too late?!"  I said, quickly making up a scenario so we could get out of there.
"Yeah!  We have to get on that!  It's getting late and I got class early tomorrow!" she said, playing along as she started packing her stuff.
"Hey, look.  I gotta go.  It was nice seeing you." I said, quickly throwing his arm off me and waving goodbye before I took off with Lindsey.

    "Man, TK!  Don't let guys do that!" Lindsey said as we were both walked outside.
"I didn't.  I mean, I was pulling away, but…man that was weird!" I said, still pretty thrown off from what just happened.
"That guy kind of creeps me out anyway." Lindsey said to me.
"Well, I'm getting the hell out before he decides to come find me later or something.  You have fun at your dorm.  See you tomorrow." I said as I took off in an opposite direction.

-Tuesday-
     I arrived on the campus around 11 but couldn't find parking for the next 30 minutes or so.  Eventually I found a space around the back of Foy after driving up and down the lanes.  I walked off to the UC and sat around with everyone until about 2 or so, the time of my photography class.  Again, there wasn't really too much going on, other than realizing how much the prof loves to talk in there.  She's a nice lady, but really digs into detail a bit too much sometimes.  Oh well, got an interesting quote from her.

"When you put the film on the rack, you will be doing it in pitch black darkness.  There can be no light in the room; it'll ruin the film.  So you have to learn to do everything by feel.  That's why photographers do it in the dark." *smirk*

    Well, after that, I sat around outside for a while waiting for my next class when I spotted Bry-Bry, a classmate from the Drawing II class I had last semester.  I ran up and greeted him, following him to his class, which happens to be the exact same class I was going to.  While in there, he revealed to me that over the summer he broke up with his boyfriend and went into porn, which he more than proudly showed me a clip of on the phone (gotta love the friends I have).  After that, I saw Marco, Calvin, and Brent enter the room, surprised to see me sitting there (especially Marco).  We waited a little while longer for the professor.  I kept my eye on the much older man who walked in a little while later after the guys, figuring he was the professor and he was just waiting for everyone to arrive.  Finally a guy who looked no older than me stepped to the front of the room with a book in his hand and presented himself as the professor.  I darted my eyes back over to the old man, then stared wide eyed at the younger man in front of us.  He barely looked like he even graduated college yet!
"Yeah, I graduated from Austin Peay in 2007 and finished a graduate program and decided to come back here for a while…" he explained.  That clarifies the age issue.  After that he explained the ins and outs of printmaking, then just let us go for the night (he seems pretty straightforward with everything; I think I'm going to like him). 

     After that, I left with the guys.  On our way out, I spotted him again sitting at the smoker's bench with his cap low on his forehead but his head pointed in my direction.
"Shit!" I said loudly as I moved over to Calvin's side as we were walking.
"What's with you?" Calvin asked.
"It's that guy I was telling you guys about earlier…" I whispered, "Just keep fucking walking."  Calvin just grinned at how funny the situation seemed to him and kept walking as I said.  Obviously the person I am referring to is Cowboy once again.

Once we arrived at the UC, I went off in my own direction and headed home once again.

-Wednesday-
    I was in Graphic Design once again, preparing to present my work for the class.  As I watched everyone else pull out their works, I began to realize that I had done something horribly wrong.  People all around me were pulling out realistic illustrations of their objects.  It was then that I realized that I was not following directions, if there were any clear and precise directions.  She didn't really tell us how to draw our objects, just told us she wanted us to accentuate its features.  I accentuated all right, drawing a 3D illustration of the spoon, the end of it larger than it really is and curved forward with diagonal lines in the background to emphasize the heavy perspective effect.  If she wanted realism, I failed that heavily.  Sure enough, it was time to post the pictures up on the board.  I put mine up and quickly walked away from it, making sure nobody could see that it was mine.  Once we all got to our seat, the professor began walking up to each of them one by one, glancing over each one and nodding to herself.  She stopped and stared at mine for a long time.  I lowered my head to the desk upon seeing that.  Oh boy…and the class JUST began for the semester…

    She began critiquing each one, pointing out the good points and flaws of each illustration.
"Now…about this spoon," she said as she pointed at it, her tone getting slightly more serious.  "I noticed that the artist here decided to draw abstractly instead of using realistic features…"  I slowly raised my hand.  If she was getting ready to reprimand the person, I might as well just take it and get it over with.
"Well, it's you.  Interesting; you're immediately claiming ownership to it.  I like that." She said.
"I didn't follow rules, so I might as well own up to that." I said repentantly.  She brought her hand to her chin and started walking around the room thoughtfully.
"Now let me talk about rules." She began, "Rules are made to create a structure or bounds to work within.  I make rules so that you guys can have limits to work within and have an idea, plus you guys expect it.  Personally, I don't believe in rules, but for the sake of the class I have to.  Usually in a circumstance like this, I would tell the student to do the work over again, but…you did an awesome job on this work.  Because you broke the rules you actually wound up making something fantastic.  If it didn't come out this way I would say otherwise.  It's good you pushed it and broke a few rules.  Good job.  Now…D…"
My eyes shot wide upon hearing that.  I looked around and saw my classmates in the room staring at me equally as shocked.  I couldn't believe after a speech like that she would just shoot down my grade like that!
"K?" she finished.  I sighed with relief as I realized she was just trying to guess my name.  "TK," I corrected.
"Okay.  Well, TK, I already like your style.  I can tell you are going to be an A student in here." She said.  I smiled.
"I am SO glad she wasn't going to give you a D!  I would've transferred out of class if she did." Loreal said to me (a girl in the class).

    After that little bit, she presented the next part of the assignment, which is more a personal exercise in getting more acquainted with our object.  "Okay, class.  I want you to write an ode to your object." she started.  I gave her a perplexed stare.
"Don't look at me like that, TK." she said, pointing at me, "I just want to do this so that you can have an idea of how to show the object off.  When you create a representation of your object, you are representing everything about it, like what it does, it's largest feature, how it makes you feel, and things like that.  I want you to get an idea of that verbally first before you present that visually, so write an ode to the object."

    We went on writing our odes.  Sure enough, I was the first one to read.  I cleared my throat, picked up the object, and began my dramatic reading.
"I hold you in my hand, staring into your narrow slits.  Dark, grimy, narrow, with a curvy, egg-shaped head.  How many meals have you assisted in?  Noodles you strained, Vegetables you've lifted out of boiling pots.  Quite a useful, underestimated tool you are, dear slotted spoon."

This class is so weirdly awesome.

    After that, I walked back to the UC, texting a friend that I was on my way back.  Suddenly I notice a figure in my peripheral and I look up.  I stopped myself from jumping back, but my eyes showed the obvious shock I received when I realized Cowboy was just walking towards me slowly with what was probably the creepiest look I have ever seen.   I stared at him intently, wondering what he was doing walking up to me like this, and preparing to flee if I had too.  Finally when he was about two steps away from me, he flicked out his phone.  "Check out this vid." He said.  I slowly moved up a little closer to him and began watching the video on the phone.  It was just a two minute clip of him beating a punching bag.  "This dude on post wants to kick my ass this weekend.  You think he'll want to after seeing me do this?" he said in his most threatening tone he could.
"I don't know…" I said, though not really caring either.
"Yeah, he'll be too scared.  That thing is heavy!  I slammed that thing around like a fluffy pillow!" he said cockily.
"Sure…hey I gotta get some people, so I will see you later, okay?" I lied.  He waved to me, then walked off.  Weird…

-Thursday-
    Not much happened on Thursday.  I arrived late to photography class and sat through her speaking about the cameras.  One point she asks if anyone has any questions or have everything they are suppose to have.  I raised my hand since I was the only student in the class that has not yet received a camera from her since I arrived late.  "Okay, then.  Let's move on," she said, completely ignoring my hand waving around in the back at this point.  I dropped my hand and just kept listening.  I figure I am going to have a little bit of a hard time in this class.

After that little episode, I came back to the UC to be greeted by Chris, Shaggy's roommate and a friend of mine from the other group I occasionally run to.  I began talking with him for a while about a few things here and there when suddenly Katie and Coty come up and join us for a while.  One point, Coty decided to have a mock interview with us.
"So, TK.  What's going on with this little affair between you and this guy, huh?" he said.  My eyes darted back and forth confusedly.
"…He's married…" I said, pointing at him.  Coty looked around for a moment, then continued.
"That's why I called it an affair." He said.
"Dude, no." I retorted.  I would never stoop to such a low level, plus the guy is a friend of mine.
After talking some more, I finally had to leave for my last class for the day: Printmaking.  That was an easy going class.  After that class, I called up Katie to see if she wanted to hang out for a little while since I still had energy.  We agreed and met up with Lea and Gbenga.  We caught up for a little while before I decided it was time to just go home for the night.

-Saturday-
Quote:  "To the left!  To the left!  Everything to the left that you box in the own now!"
-Drunk me trying to sing Beyonce's "Irreplaceable"

    Saturday was running pretty casually for the day…until I stepped outside to see my car.  Apparently the neighbor was riding by on his lawnmower when it picked up a rock and flung it through my backseat window.  After going back and forth with the insurance, mom decided to get a repair man and get it repaired on Tuesday, then get a reimbursement from their insurance.  Until then, I have no ride.

    Later that evening, Katie decided to pick me and Lindsey up to go to Jacob's 21st birthday party.  We arrived to the apartment to the scene of a swarm of girls, half of them already intoxicated, playing Mario Party.  I saw the rum sitting on the table and immediately went to that.  It tasted sweeter than I would've preferred it to be, but I drank it down anyway out of courtesy.  Suddenly, Lea, Leanne, and Batinna came barging in to my surprise.  I greeted them and settled with everyone else as we talked for a while.  As we were chatting I overheard Batinna talk about picking up her brother, so I decided to join her and Leanne on that since I had not seen Richard in years.  We immediately hopped into Leanne's SUV and went on our way to that.

    We arrive to the mall where they had a small carnival going on.  Batinna called her brother on his phone asking where he was as we drove up and down the lot looking for him.  Finally we stopped when we saw a dark figure sitting on the curb.  The figure stood up to reveal the silhouette of a tall, moderately buff male figure walking towards the car.  He opened the door and hopped in next to me.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," said a deep voice back to me.
"It's been a while since I've seen you." I said.
"It has," he said, smirking a bit, "How are things?"
"Eh, here and there.  School and life going on, just going everywhere really."
"That's good." He said back.  We continued riding around, mostly listening to Leanne and Batinna going back and forth, adding a few words of thought occasionally.  We arrived at Batinna's house, cueing Richard to get out of the car.  After that, we drove back to Jacob's party.

    Eventually through the night after the cups of rum and bottles of Guinness, I got slightly intoxicated.  I came back into the apartment from the backyard and remember playing guitar hero with Lindsey, somehow kicking her ass over and over.  Eventually, Katie had to take me home after coming out of the bathroom announcing that I smell barbeque.  She took me home after dropping off Lindsey back at the dorms, leaving me to deal with my mother if I had to.  Surprisingly there was no confrontation as I stumbled up the stairs and loudly told her how awesome the evening was.  If she knew I was drunk she probably didn't even care anymore.  I collapsed on my bed and quickly passed out.

-Sunday-
    I woke up the next day surprisingly not hung-over.  I ate breakfast, then watched some TV until I got a phone call from Katie asking if I wanted to work out with her.  I agreed and we went about doing that.  After 30 minutes of jogging, we came back to my place and had lunch, then she decided to go home and take a nap.  I spent the rest of the day just listening to music downstairs and catching up with Elizabeth on IM (old friend from Karate).  Later that evening, Katie called me up, asking if I was ready to join her later as she went to go meet up with her new crush.  I agreed and quickly got dressed, then waited for her to pick me up.

    We arrived at some apartments on the other side of town.  There we stood around outside in the dark as he smoked a cigarette and had some small talk with us.  When he was done, we walked inside and went to his room to watch some Japanese dramas just as planned.  He offered me a beer, which I agreed like the lush I am slowly becoming, and we proceeded to the dramas.  About 30 minutes or so in, the alcohol took effect and next thing I knew I fell asleep.  Katie woke me up a while later and drove me home.  I apologized a few times, feeling embarrassed that I basically fell asleep as a guest.  The guy didn't seem too concerned with it, just told us to get some rest and that we might meet up another time.  Yeah, he seems alright…

Well, that's all for this week worth talking about.  Jesus, this is long! >.<

    Well, not much going on, other than today is my grandpa's birthday.  He is 71 today, so if you want, wish him a happy birthday.  My week has picked up a bit in contrast to the last week (perhaps because I bothered to write a little more detailed accounts now.)  Well, let's review, shall we?

-Tuesday-
    Well, Tuesday was kind of interesting.  Evening I went over Katie's and we watched "Secret Life of an American Teenager" (a.k.a "The Bologna show").
-Moments-
Girl:  "Well, he's mad at us because we- you know…"
Guy:  "Well, it's not like we're still- you know…"
Girl:  "Yeah, but he thinks we're- you know…"
Me:  "My God!  They couldn't stop saying the word 'sex' last episode!  Now they can't even say it?!"
Katie: XD
Later in the show…
Jake:  "Why did you call her mom a slut?!"
Slut:  "Because everyone knows that the next step you take is to insult the person's mother!"
Me: XD "So true!"

    After that, we were bored and needed to do something, so we decided to go hop into Katie's car and roam the town, going down roads we've never been to before.  First place we decided to go was down the long stretch of road nearby Katie's house.  We went down that road and kept going until we started going down an empty winding road with nothing but trees and darkness surrounding us.
"This is awesome!" I yelled excitedly, "Like the beginning of a horror film!"
"This is scary!" Katie replied, "It's so dark!"
"Stop being afraid of the darkness!  Face the darkness, Riku!" I yelled jokingly.  Finally we did reach the end of the winding road, which was nothing more but abandoned farmland.
"Well, that was slightly disappointing but fun!" I said.  After that, we drove off and went on our way to our next adventure.

    There is another road that leads out to a highway that we knew of, however we never reached that highway before, so we decided to do that too.  We drove out there until it started raining heavily.  All I could see out there past the rain was darkened abandoned buildings all around us.  It looked like there was once a town but it was wiped out or something.  After going a little further down the road, we decided to U-turn and drive back before something dangerous happened.  The moment we came back, we got a text message from Claye asking if we wanted to hang out.  Since we were already nearby his house, we decided to go over there and pick him up.

    We drove around the outskirts of the town for a little while longer until we finally got bored and went back to Claye's house.  While there, we laid around on his bed doing stupid things and such (like dry humping each other and whipping each other).  We stayed over there until maybe 1, then decided to head home.
"I feel like such a tease…" Katie said as we were in the car driving back.
"Heh!  Well, we're flirts!  We don't take this shit seriously!" I said back.
"I just hope he doesn't." Katie replied.  Finally she dropped me off at my car and I drove home for the night.

-Wednesday-
    Wednesday Katie and I drove to Lea and Leanne's house to ambush them.  When the house was virtually empty with just Lea there, whom we guessed was probably asleep before we showed up.  Anyway, we stayed around the house for a while and watched the movie, "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist", which was a pretty cute funny movie.  After that, Katie and I had to leave, since Lea and Leanne had to pack up for college yet again.
After sitting in the car outside wondering, we decided to go meet up at the mall.  We arrived and walked into Borders to wait for Jacob first.  I stood there with Katie pointing out funny little things about Chain of Memories manga with Katie ("Guess the Organization Member!" and "Why is Zexion's hair black?") when Jacob finally did pop up.  We walked around for a while at the mall just finding random things to look at.
-Random-
We're walking along minding our own business when suddenly…
Jacob:  "Um…Shaggy's behind us…"
Me:  "What?!  WHAT?!!?!" *darts off into a children's store*

    After a while of walking around with the two, we wound up in Spencer's (which is always such a great ideal place for me to go *COUGH* SARCASM *COUGH*).  While in there, Jacob, Katie, and I were joking around for a while, looking at erotic cards, flipping through posters, and laughing at a few gag items they had.  After a while however I noticed Katie didn't seem all too happy anymore, more annoyed in fact.  Eventually she decided to go home early and left Jacob and I behind alone.  We walked around for a little while longer before deciding to go into Hot Topic because he needed a new wallet.
"So…I noticed Katie's behavior.  She still mad at me?" he asked.  I sighed and shrugged.
"Dude, I don't even know what the hell is happening anymore.  I ask if she's upset, and she denies it.  I ask if she still cares, and she tells me no.  Something's bugging her, but I don't get it." I answered.
"Okay…" Jacob replied.
"I don't know if it's the sex, or the new girl, or what.  I mean, if it is either of those things, she has to get over it.  I mean, you're a grown man.  You're gonna be 21 in a month or so.  You have your own life." I said, still trying to figure it out.
"She's asked me about the new girl.  She's tried to figure out who it was, but I won't tell her."
"And that is your right.  You don't have to.  It's your business.  Now don't get me wrong.  If you were doing something dangerous or slightly risky or questionable like fucking a whore, then I would have to be concerned as a friend, and Katie would have a right to get mad too.  Otherwise, whatever!  Do what you want!  Tap that, I don't care!  Neither should she."

    Well, after that little speech, he finally did find a good wallet.  As we were leaving, Jacob suddenly pushed me away from the door.  "What?" I asked.
"Shaggy is to the left of the store just staring in our direction…" he said.  I quickly bolted towards the back of the store and stood there with my hat off (since my Fedora would be easily recognizable) and my arms crossed.  Jacob walked back there with me laughing.  "We could try to turn to the right to avoid him…but then he would walk after us.  Then again we could just walk opposite side of the walking path away from him, though we'd still be going left…"
"We can bolt as fucking fast as possible and not talk to him.  And for bonuses I could keep my hat off." I butt in with.
"Yeah…we'd still run into him no matter what.  I told you it was a bad idea to start talking to him…now it's just biting you in the ass." Jacob said, still laughing a little.  I just lowered my head and sighed.
"Yeah…"
We made a dash out of Hot Topic past him, not making any eye contact with him.
"Hey, TK…what are you doing?" I heard him call out behind me.
"Running!" I yelled out as I kept going.  Sure, it was an asshole move, but at this point do you think I even care anymore?

    Well, after that bit of fun, I went back home to mom getting ready for bed.  We started talking about future plans for next month.  Basically Mom is going to get her wisdom teeth removed like I did a few years back (Read December 23, 2005), however instead of being put to sleep like I was, they are just going to drug her up with some sort of relaxing drug and she will be conscious then entire time just…high.  I have to take care of her while in this drugged up state.  She is worried since she has never had anything like this before, nor has ever been high in her entire life, so she doesn't know how she is going to respond and just wants to warm me.  After going through that for a while, we finally wished each other good night, then I walked downstairs and waited for Jacob and Megan to show up since they called earlier and said they'd come by.

    The two stopped by my house for a while and we all talked and joked around for a while.  After a while of that we decided to go stop by Wendy's.  Once we arrived back to my house we ran into Lea, Leanne, and Batinna who also wanted to stop by earlier but had that delayed for a while.  We all decided to head back out to Wal-mart together since we needed a place to all talk and be as loud and crazy as we pleased.  The best part of the night would have to be when Megan told the grossest joke ever (seriously, I am not going to tell the joke on here since it is more epic to see the person's reaction when you tell it to them face to face).
-Moment-
Megan tells the joke.
Leanne:  *pause*    *throws down keys the runs in the middle of the parking lot screaming*
Lea:  *stares at her sister questionably for a while, then starts to think of the joke; grabs her head*  "No!  NOOO!!!! OH GOD!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!"
Batinna:  *runs in the car covering her mouth*
The rest of us: XD

-Thursday-
    Thursday I went with Jacob and Megan to Kohana, the most expensive Sushi place in town.  That was the most obscure place to ever find.  First off, they are not directly on the road, you have to turn in on a small road and drive past a few businesses first.  Secondly, the sign they had was probably no damn bigger than this laptop and had small text advertising (huge mistake; that would be a fail in my classes).  I drove into 5 other business and almost got into one car wreck before finally finding it.  I came out of the car, irked beyond all reason.  "WHO THE FUCK WAS IN CHARGE OF THEIR ADVERTISING?!  WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO PUT A SMALL TINY SIGN UP AGAINST A SMALL ROAD?!?!  FUCK, I SAW THE SIGN FOR THE FURNATURE PLACE THAT SAID "ALL THINGS MUST GO" BEFORE I SAW THE SIGN FOR KOHANA, AND THAT SIGN WAS BEHIND THE KOHANA SIGN!!!" I ranted.

    "Yeah…it's stupid.  I don't know." Jacob said back still kind of laughing at me.  I breathed, then finally stepped inside to meet his friends.  It was quite a posh little place; had a large, clean, classy theme with the furniture and all with chandeliers and soothing music in the background and all.  We even had our own French waiter (the accent sounded pretty French to me).  I ordered the spicy crab and the volcano sushi roll.  It was pretty damn expensive, but pretty damn good none the less.  After that, the group decided to go to Katie's (not my friend Katie; a different Katie) place and get drunk for the night.  I didn't join since I had to go to the Dentists early tomorrow morning, which leads us to the next part of the entry.

-Friday-
    So Friday I woke up early and went on my way to my appointment.  I had a cavity on the bottom right molar that had to be taken care of.  I knew that it was going to be a slightly more complicated procedure than I was used to, but I had to get over it and just take it.  I went back there after maybe waiting 10 minutes and was seated in the room with "Over the Hedge" on the TV.  I have to admit, I was not ready for the Lidocaine.  First the assistant left a gel in my mouth and said to me, "This will numb you for the injection." She said.
"Injection?" I muffled.
"Well, yeah.  We have to numb you up for this." She said.  So I sat there for a while, knowing that something that requires fair pain is about to happen.  I've had pain before, so all I have to do is just man up basically (or woman up).  The doctor finally came into the room with this huge metallic syringe, just smiling at me.
"Okay, I need you to open wide." He said.  I opened my mouth and next thing I knew there was a sensation of sharp, piercing pain that shot through my gums, cheek, and tongue.  I squinted my eyes and let out a slight gasp, eyes tearing up and all.  After that, he pulled out the syringe, then said, "Okay, we'll just wait for that to kick in." and left.  I sat there for a while with this slightly painful sensation of what felt like ice spreading along my tongue, gums, cheeks, then finally the entire right side of my face.  Eventually that cold feeling turned into numbness and they came back to do their work.  I didn't feel a thing, just numbness as they moved my tissue around (tongue and cheek) to do their work.

    After about 30 minutes of work, they were finally done.  They just brought the chair back up and told me I was free to go.  After paying and getting some insurance things taken care of, I went home.  My cheeks, lips, and gums recovered 5 hours later, however my tongue was numb the entire day.

-Saturday-
    We called the dentist because my tongue was still numb since yesterday.  Well, all he said is that on rare occasions, the tongue will go numb for weeks, since sometimes the anesthetic will damage nerves.  Makes me wonder:  If doctors are so aware of this phenomenon, why the hell don't they create an alternative local anesthetic instead of keep using barbaric methods like this?  I wonder that every time they use the stuff they do for surgeries and stuff (though usually wondering that on the subject of morphine and such).  Well, my mom later took me out for smoothies after that, since it would be safer to eat something soft so I don't risk chewing on my tongue, and maybe the cold sensation will wake up some nerves.  It sort of worked; my tongue got a little better, though didn't fully recover just yet.

Well, that's all for this week.  :D