Bedside Hoochie.

I realized that no matter where I go, I tend to sleep on the side of the bed farthest from the door. I reckon I just fall into the cliché of men sleeping closer to the door to protect his ho from a horde of angry Mongolians. Except I'm the only one in my bed. Note to self: Find a suitable male to ward off angry Mongolians and bake me homemade cookies.

This was supposed to be my Six Flags post, but as we all know I'm a lazy little person (sorry Damian). Instead, this is gonna be a series of tangents that will bridge the gap between now and my next class. Enjoy.

We talked about celibacy and chastity a whole lot this morning. I almost shed a tear for the poor bastards that will never experience a birmingham booty call. I'm a heathen. I know. My dad's come to terms with it, I think. He's mentioned "Daddy's little heathen" a few times. I think I'll make a shirt out of it.

Yahoo! ads are telling me to buy Alton Brown's cookbooks. I'd marry the bloke if it wasn't for that conversation I had with Marcos about my 10 years over, 3 years younger rule. That 3 years younger part may have to change soon though. Them 16 year olds aren't gonna cut it in this day and age. Stupid statutory rape laws. They ruin everything. Meh. Back to Alton Brown... I decided I loved him after watching his special on homemade cookies. Chocolate chip cookies to be exact, also known as the road to Crystal's heart (No joke, homemade cookies will get you poon. Not this poon but like, POON poon). In Alton's case, a few of his crispy cookies (chewy is acceptable as well but only if the chocolate chips are melted) and I'm ready to walk down the aisle. I mean, okay, he's not the best looking bloke in the world but at least he's got mad cookie-baking skills. Throw in some chocolate covered strawberries and I'm good to go. Honeymoon in Cabo? uh yes, please.


Good lord, it's only 10:10. Maybe time's going slow because I'm listening to Imogen Heap. She makes me sleepy. Time for some Talking Heads action. Word life to that, yo.

I need to register for next semesters classes on the 29th. My religion professor recommended Humanities 20; an examination of the philosophical underpinnings and historical developments leading to the rise of Nazi Germany, and the implementation of a policy of destruction for European Jewry.

I'm supposed to be finishing up my general education by next summer. At this rate I'll have a whole lot of cool classes done and not a whole lot of valid transferable credits. Sketchy. But it's not THAT bad... education is education, regardless of its merit, right? Word. San Diego State (or USC?) can wait. Sure, I'll be in college till I'm 30 but I'll be the coolest 30 year old everrrrrr. I mean, I'm already the coolest 19 year old. Why not just take over 30, too?

So much to ponder, so little time. I'm gonna go find a cup of hot cocoa before my next class starts. Peace out, homeslice.