2008-03-08 - 12:57 p.m.
My interview on Friday got cancelled. After I got there. Score.

So, Chomper's done. We played pool on Tuesday, we had dinner last night. He bored the shit out of me both times. He's a nice guy, he's got ambition, he's intelligent, but he has yet to make me laugh. So, he's done. He's so tame.

I could handle boring, if Mr. Boring was also incredibly hot and/or rode a motorcycle. Chomper is not hot, nor does he have a motorcycle. He's done-zo.

In other news, my brother stood me up for lunch today, I have play practice in an hour and a social tonight where I hope to dance with many hot boys and perhaps drink a little.

My roommates decided to drink beer after beer after beer and play Guitar Hero 3 last night (Butterscotch went out and bought a Wii on a whim two weeks ago and then went out and bought two (2) Guitar Hero controllers two days ago after I mentioned playing it with Quint. Man, it must be rough to be rich. I don't even buy pop on a whim.) They are really terrible. They insisted the beer made them better. It was about 11:30 when I got home last night and they were both about 4 beers in. I would have hated to see what they were like sober.

I should probably finish off my little bit of work for seminar. I hate doing work. I used to be such a good student. What happened?!