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11:14 AM
SORE MUSCLES AND A HEADACHE.
Hello again. There is much to report since my last entry so get comfy. My family found the money we owed the school; I don't know where and I didn't ask, I'm just glad that it got taken care of. Once I had paid the school, I was allowed to register for my classes and I must say, I'm very pleased with my spring schedule. The classes I'm taking are alright, I suppose (I'm taking each one of them to fulfill various requirements, either university or general ed.) but I'm still quite happy with the way my week will flow:
Anyway, the debate tournament was Friday and Saturday and considering that it was my very first tournament, I think I did damn well. Zak was an excellent debate partner and I think the more we debate together, the better we'll be able to play off one another; chemistry between partners is important. We won some and lost some, but as competitive as I am, I had fun and didn't get caught up in a "must win" mentality. Since the tournament was being hosted by George Washington University, I went to say "hi" to Dennis and ended up keeping him company while he was working at the desk until 2:00 in the morning. Again it was very nice. We danced...lol, I loved that.
Moving on...Saturday, I met my match at air hockey...I had been undefeated since I was six or seven, but Zak beat me. It was close...really close. That game was the most intense game of air hockey I've ever played and having practically lived an arcade during much of my childhood, that's saying a lot; there were points that my eyes couldn't keep up with the movement of the puck because of how quickly it was going. My right arm is killing me (hence the "sore muscles" in the title of this entries.) Zak and I then went to dinner with Dennis and a bunch of our mutual friends from GW and though I planned the outing, I didn't get to enjoy it...my friend Kaytee wasn't feeling well, so I helped her back to her room and kept her company until she fell asleep. I didn't mind, I care about Kaytee. A bit later, Zak left to do some work and I went with Dennis to see The Motorcycle Diaries. Good movie, but not so much because of the plot, because of the symbolism and untold story within the plot. It was strange to sit next to Dennis in the movies and not kiss him. Then again, it makes me sad to see other people kissing right now...aside from that though, everything else in life has actually been pretty good...Interesting development with Dennis, actually...I told him that it hurt too much to talk to him, long story for a different day.
I went shopping with some girlfriends in Georgetown today (instead of working on the two 10-page papers I have to write)...I'd planned to start working on them (since they're both due in about ten days) but, well...the girls were planning to meet at the campus cafeteria for breakfast at noon and had invited me. I, realizing that I'd need to eat at some point anyway, decided to joined them. Over the meal, we had some good conversation and admist the story telling, I relayed to them the event of the last week or so. "Ok, that's it; you're coming shopping with us in Georgetown, damn it." was the genreal consensus. I proteseted for a while, but they kept insisting...I caved. Shopping was fun, its a shame that I don't have $175 for a pair of blue jeans. What the...? I did get some cheaper clothing. Yay for me! I love my girlfriends, they rock socks. On our way back to the Metrobus stop, we passed a homeless man who was playing a saxophone exsquisitly. In front of him was sign that read, "homeless but not sitting on my arse shaking a cup." I gave him almost all of the money I had left, save enough to ride the bus back. We had a brief conversation before Ashley and Sara pulled me away pointing at the arriving bus. Nice guy...
Well, I must be off. Work beckons. Buh-bye.
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