i poke her face

well i should be doing some serious paper writing right now. if you hadnt figured it out, im not. i pretty much finished my PR paper this morning while sitting at coffee bean eating oatmeal and drinking coffee. it was pleasant. a nice day, relatively quiet except for this beat lookin woman yelling at her 2 year old daughter like she was a dog. "COME HERE NOW! STAY! NO SIT DOWN! STAY! YOU ARE GOING TO GET HIT BY A CAR!" i wish i was kidding. so that was a productive endeavor. 3 pages in an hour and a half. i was damn proud of myself. it thats including travel time and the time it took me to get my oatmeal and coffee. the only bad part was that the fuckers upped the parking prices. whereas you used to be able to go in there fo free with validation, today cost me $9.00. i was not happy. then i couldnt figure out how to pay so i held up traffic and buzzed the security gaurd to come help me. turns out i had just dropped my ticket and not realized that it wasnt in the machine. whatever. i just paid them $9 to park. that should come with a blow job or at least some heavy petting. geeze

after a lunch break i went to the library only to see my buddy fiona sitting at a table near my intended destination. after a brief chat about my shirt with a large superman logo on it (that i realized i had been wearing the night before when i saw her a little after our exchange) i settled into my little cube for a long winters nap... or research. however, my research was hindered by the USC Hawaiian Club Luau outside on the quad. WTF. why do you need to have a luau. there were like four people there. bastards. all of them. blasting music. it wasnt even hawaiian music. if it had been izzy singing somewhere over the rainbow i would have been down, but now, it was some alt rock bullshit that permeated the walls of leavey library and disturbed the indians, asians and me dutifully studying on a saturday afternoon. unforgivable.

this weekend is what i like to call a "high stress" weekend. that means that i cope with my stress through food because i used to be fat. old habits die hard. i mean friends are dependable usually when you need them but they just dont have that same ability to comfort like an in'n'out double double with extra crispy fries, or a chipotle burrito bowl with chips, or a bag of chocolate, or even gummy worms. fried food is like an old friend that you dont see very often but every time you do see them you remember just why you love them so much. all your worries and fears disappear. then you get a tad bit gassy from all the grease and remember that fried food is really a stupid bastard and dont hang out for a while. is this making sense? anywho, all i have wanted today is zaxbys. not just one thing. i would get a chicken finger plate, a zaxbys club sandwich, a zaxbys house zalad or maybe black and blue, either way with blue cheese or ranch dressing depending on my mood. all of this of course with extra zaxbys sauce and a fat delicious sweet tea with that good ice from zaxbys thats really easy to eat cuz its soft. oh baby im makin myself drool just thinkin about it.

i should probably get back to my paper pretty soon. last night my roommates girlfriend, who is basically a roommate because she doesnt leave pretty much ever played a remix to lady gaga's poker face called poke her face with kanye, kid cudi and common. its bad ass.

and now, a parting thought