i pray that my mother never reads this - which is probably likely because i don't think she knows how to "turn on" the internet. anyway, so the anti-valentine's day party at the phoenix turned out (for me, at least) to be a boy-less evening - there were lots of boys there, but only one Robert Downey Jr. look-a-like and maybe a handful of asian guys - but a drink-full night. so, i think, many strange things happened, but under what circumstance or for what possible reason or logic...i cannot understand nor remember that clearly. i suspect that it's better if i don't inquire. aaaaaahahhhhahahahhahaahaahahahaha!!!!!

valentine's day was a nice day - bighead and porage delivered an early morning rose to my door, which was sweet and a nice surprise - and i did my cookie rounds. the rest of the day was spent in stupor and slumber - stupor because i sat through the lecture on the trigeminal nerve tired and sleepy and not fully cognitive, and in slumber, because my afternoon was spent sleeping, basically until 5, whereupon i tried to study, but instead decided that playing racing games was a much better use of my time. that evening, ACF held an interesting evening - a lecture by some katz guy who said he had been delivering his presentation on evidence for the existence of the Ark for like the past 10 or 20 years (does he update his presentation, i wonder?). anyway, it was interesting. when you pick and choose evidence, nearly anything seems logical, and i mean that for both evolutionism and creationism. i find that in such situations, AT THE PRESENT TIME, it is merely too difficult to pick sides, and perhaps one aspect of your consideration should merely be at the marvel of how such a mystery can sustain itself for thousands of years. i don't know.

i will try to study today. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhahahahahahah! whatever. i'll probably study for an hour, roam aimlessly around weldon for a few hours, steal porage's shoes and put them in the stairwell, go to the pitstop for skorbits and a lollipop, hang around the harvey's counter drooling over the cheeseburgers, attempt to work a treadmill and them go home, unstudied, but day spent.