Then there was my night class, when people suddenly decided that I was popular. I got 4 calls in just under 15 minutes, and in the middle of class, it was a good thing that I turned my phone off after the first call. Turns out it was Brian, and he wanted Bree's number. I don't really remember people's phone numbers off hand, so I was little help there.

Damn, last night I was fairly fucking baked. Knife hits atr Brian and Melissa's place, and then herbal shit o` peter's (I don't think that this shit did anything at all) and then a bowl of poo's stuff. I can't wait till tucker is in town.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to hanging out with Bree and Kevin again sometime in the next few days. one more day of classes till I get a reprieve from this god awful place.