Randomness.

Eva and I made a friend at the food bank yesterday. He was a tall-ish black man, about 28 or 29, there because he was "in trouble with the law." A nice guy. We packed cans into boxes and talked about fingernails, and how we hate that "Milkshake" song. We told the rest about it later in the car and the dad who drove us asked if I got his number. I could either laugh that off as a joke, or laugh because he thinks I'm the troop whore. Really, it could have been either. I probably AM a whore compared to his daughter. Come and get it, food bank boys. Ha.

On Friday, senior quarterback boy from Spanish class told me he watched Queer Eye the other night. I asked him how he liked it. He made a face, said, "They're really funny, but..." I laughed and asked if it made him uncomfortable. "I don't know...it's like...some gay people bug me, and some don't," probably trying to justify the fact that he actually did like it. "Some normal people bug you, and some don't. Well, not normal, you know what I mean," I said. He said I had a point. (A freshman with a point? Imagine that.) There may be hope for quarterback boy yet. He is also a very nice guy.

We might go see my dance teacher and the baby today. He was born on the 19th, MLK day, at around 9 in the morning. That day, I didn't wake up until 11:30, and sometime that night or that morning, her husband popped up in my dream and said, "Oh, by the way, Nicole had the baby." He was wrong about the weight in the dream, but wouldn't it have been cool if I'd dreamt that at around 9 in the morning? Makes me wonder.

Sagen and I spent a good time listening to the band notes on phantomplanet.com last night. I miss Jason. Alex has a dirty mouth. Darren is wonderful, even if he does steal cupcakes from messageboard posters.

I'm a-goin' drivin'. Whee!

2004-02-01 @ 3:31 p.m.

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