ugh...out of control...

Last night was weird. For some reason, I just kept missing mo. Don't know why. Couldn't sleep or do anything. So I watched scrubs on winamp from 10pm til 3am ish, when my body just collapsed. I'm back up now and waiting for the mailman...oh wait, he just came. damn...only my cpr certificate.

I'm retarded. Rabbit called me on Wednesday and told me that I can call in and get my board score. I figured I should just wait til I get it in the mail this week. It's not going to change the score. I have this stupid pride thing where I want to seem like I am nonchalant about my score, could not care less. I've never called in about any test before. Everybody be cool...every day it's been getting a little bit harder to be cool.

On the bright side, my 2 years is up for my contract with Verizon, so it's time for me to get a new phone. =D yay! Me thinks that I'll be getting the Nokia 6236i. Finally, a non-flip phone. It makes me happy. Now I won't get cuts from from specks of glass when I talk, plus I'll even be able to see who is calling me. Sweet...

So my boy stu from college asked me to be a groomsman. His fiancee's friends are hot, so of course I agreed. What does a groomsman do anyway? I know the best man gives a nice little talk and sets up and pays for the tuxes and bachelor's party. That's supposed to be the "honor" of being the best man. Groomsman seems like all the perks, without all the work. So, ok.

-bender is waking up from a fog of war