Two Truths and a Lie

I went out last night in my costume with a few friends. Some of you might want to know what I decided to dress as for Halloween this year. Well, I can tell you that my outfit was better than your outfit. Actually, it probably wasn't unless you're one of those people who don't dress up for Halloween. Why do you not get a costume? It's a lot of fun. You should start wearing costumes for Halloween.

My costume this year was a Jared outfit. That's right, I found a mask a couple of years ago for Jared. I didn't go as Jared at the time, but since decided it is high time to go as Jared. I put on the mask, wore some khakis, threw on a bland shirt and bought a footlong to carry around. I was the thin king.

Some interesting things that I saw:

1) A lot of people who didn't want to dress up because they didn't think it was cool. They looked like losers.

2) Two guys (one dressed like the Rock and the other in a Ladybug costume) who were eating hotdogs from a street vender like they were practicing for the hotdog eating olympics. They each had about 5 or 6 on my watch.

3) Girl telling me that she had nothing under her little devil outfit and begged me to lift it up and see.

4) Another girl telling me that she had a boyfriend.

5) Guy telling me not to offer his girlfriend drinks

6) Guy not happy when I tell him that it takes a special guy to go out dressed like R Kelly.

7) Guy pissed off at this but later dancing like a madman to an R Kelly song that came on. I think he secretly lusts after the young ones. He was in his 40s (I would guess) and this girl was not over 25.

It was a fun night down at the clubs.

The Whiner came back over last night. She came by a couple weeks ago after she broke up with her boyfriend to see me. I refused to do anything besides let her stay the night. I suppose because I'm conflicted, and because I didn't want to take advantage of her. Last night was fun and is better described by someone else.

Jen described last night as this:

he leans over and kisses me. Soft, full lips meeting mine, his warm tongue darting out to explore and I suck on it. I explore his face with deft fingers, trace his lower lip with my thumb and he sucks it into his mouth. Our mouths meet again. More intense. Hunger and need. We won’t let go. He pulls me onto his lap and snakes a hand up under my skirt to finger my lacy panties while kissing me.

He carries me upstairs to his bed. He holds my head against his chest, under his chin.

He peels my clothes off, damp from the rain. He peels my panties off, damp from wanting him. He presses his body on mine, his warm skin heating me, his arms on the bed on either side of me, his hands holding my hair from my forehead as he locks his mouth on mine.

And then the dance. The panting. Eyes watching me in the dark. Gently, gently, he moves around me and in me, claiming me in every possible sense, his scent on me, his fingers twisted in my hair as he gasps out. His heart beating to the rhythm of the rain.

Almost exactly the same. However, she started with a date, dinner, and running through the rain. We started with her calling me at 10 to see if she could randomly drop by, watching some Letterman, and then starting to make out.

Afterwards I made her listen to Ryan Adams (the happy stuff) and played around until it was time for her to head home.

LAYER ONE:
Name: Curtis
Birth date: Feb. 23, 1979
Birthplace: Wichita, KS
Current Location: Dallas, TX
Eye Color: Auburn red
Hair Color: Green
Height: 6'0
Righty or Lefty: Right
Zodiac Sign: Pices

LAYER TWO:
Your heritage: 3/4 Irish; 1/8 Norwegian; 1/8 Sioux
The shoes you wore today: sweet ass brown leather shoes
Your weakness: ice cream, girls, beer (in order that varies depending on the day)
Your fears: Losing myself in spite of you.
Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni
Goal you’d like to achieve: Defend a death penalty case

LAYER THREE:
Your most overused phrase on AIM: I'm sorry, I didn't know I was signed in
Your first waking thoughts: This early?
Your best physical feature: Hair
Your most missed memory: Runs with my mom

LAYER FOUR:
Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke
McDonald’s or Burger King: BK
Group/Single Dates: Single dates
Adidas or Nike: Adidas (Saucony if I can go outside the two)
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee (black)

LAYER FIVE:
Smoke: No
Cuss: Sure
Sing: Yep, badly too
Take a shower everyday: Yes, usually right after I run
Do you think you’ve been in love: Yes
Want to go to college: Never again.
Liked high school: Loved it
Want to get married: Probably
Believe in yourself: Not Usually
Get motion sickness: Nope
Think you’re attractive: Not at all, but I don't think I'm actively unattractive
Think you’re a health freak: Sort of
Get along with your parent(s): Yes, from a distance.
Like thunderstorms: When I'm inside
Play an instrument: Guitar

LAYER SIX: In the past month…
Drank alcohol: Yes
Smoked: No
Done a drug: No
Made Out: Yes
Gone on a date: Yes
Gone to the mall?: Yes
Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: No
Eaten sushi: No
Been on stage: No
Been dumped: No
Gone skating: No
Made homemade cookies: Yes (they sucked)
Dyed your hair: No
Stolen Anything: No

LAYER SEVEN: Ever…
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
If so, was it mixed company: Yes
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes
Been caught “doing something”: No
Been called a tease: No
Gotten beaten up: No
Shoplifted: No
Changed who you were to fit in: No

LAYER EIGHT:
Age you hope to be married: Whenever I fall in love with the right person
Numbers and Names of Children: Zero, but in case of compromise or accident: Micah, Elijah, Hannah
Describe your Dream Wedding: Probably eloping.
How do you want to die: Accident; tragedy.
Where you want to go to college: Went.
What do you want to be when you grow up: Retired.
What country would you most like to visit: Russia.

LAYER NINE:
Number of drugs taken illegally: 0
Number of people I could trust with my life: 4
Number of CDs that I own: 300
Number of piercings: 0
Number of tattoos: 0
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: 20ish
Number of scars on my body: 3, from the same accident
Number of things in my past that I regret: 5 or 6

[Found at Quo Vado]

This evening I went to a birthday party of my friend Winter. She turned 25 today, so she was ready to party when she figured out we had planned a surprise party. It turned out that she was actually surprised. Usually those things don't work out to surprise anyone.

It's difficult for me to type because I had about six rapid shots with Winter and a couple of her friends. One of the girls at the party, who I don't know, but she kept talking about Wham, was pretty hot.

Wham girl was interested in hooking up with a guy. She was telling me that she had never had sex in the rain. I mentioned that I hadn't either but that I would think it would be a little risky on a night like tonight when there was lightening. Wham thought that the lightening would make it a lot more exciting.

After a few shots I started to like Wham despite the fact that she was annoying. Out of respect for Winter's birthday party I decided that it wouldn't be cool to leave the party to try to hook up with Wham in the rain.

Being respectful is often a bad decision.

Today I thought about skipping class because despite the weather reports to the contrary, the weather was nice outside. It wasn't too warm and wasn't too cold. More importantly there wasn't any rain to hinder activities like running.

I had a meeting at school over lunch, so I had to be at school. Once the meeting got done I was going to take off to White Rock Lake to lazily run around the lake. The meeting, unfortunately, went longer than I thought it would run, so I decided that I would stay at school and go to class.

My one class today was Consumer Law, which is the course where I once discussed doing poorly when I was called on via the Socratic Method. The meeting finished within ten minutes of that class starting, so I figured I might as well attend since I was already at school, and I could go on my run when class gets finished.

During class I raised my hand to answer some hypos because the Professor wanted participation rather than calling on people. I have some sort of sick sympathy for professors when students are in the mood to be interactive. It makes me feel guilty, so I'll usually chime in. I typically know the answers so it isn't very painful.

In the middle of the questions there was a loud bang from outside and the walls shook. The storm had come during the class. 45 minutes into class and it starts to pour outside with all sorts of lightening and thunder. So much for going on a run outside today.

The problem was that even though I brought an umbrella, the weather reports forecasted rain storms, I also wore a pair of new shoes. They are great shoes too! The roads around here get all flooded because Dallas doesn't know what to do with rain, so when class got out I avoided going to my car. I figured it would be worth waiting a bit to see if the rain would let up some.

Didn't happen.

I had to make a run out to the car where I attempted to jump over puddles. My shoes were still plenty wet (I'm sorry leather), so I'm worried that they are going to be screwed up. At least when I bought them, a few days ago, the salesman sprayed them with some sort of a watersealant.

Now it's time to put on a swimsuit and flip flops to run through the rain and puddles with friends.

I made it back home yesterday in time to get to the wedding. It was a fast wedding which was good because I was ready to get to the alcohol. I went to the wedding with three girls, which made the drinking all the more fun. Actually, there were a lot of law students around because it was two students who got married.

We get to the restaurant and start the drinking. I think that I had four beers when we were there and a glass of champagne. Then we headed out to go to my apartment while we waited for the movie. We drank with a couple other friends at my apartment. I had two shots of Yager, a white russian, and a beer.

Around ten we left to go and see The Grudge. We wanted to see it while we were drunk, which is what happened. The only person who didn't drink at my apartment was the driver, so I guess that was responsible of her. I had already seen Ju-On, so I just got to text messaging on my phone to see if I could find someone to hook up with.

After the movie we went to a Thai restaurant for some pad thai noodles. It was my first time to try them, so I was really excited. They were great. Then when I got home I immediately crashed. Now I have a slight hangover. I guess that's what happens when you have eight to nine drinks.

I went from going to a happy hour in Dallas to ending up in Austin with one girl I sort of know and a guy she is friends with and two other girls who rent the apartment.

How did it happen? I had a free afternoon, so I went with a friend to Chuy's to celebrate the birthday of my friend. After a couple drinks I was talking to the girl about how I hadn't been to a good concert in awhile. Her friend said that he was heading to Austin after we got done with happy hour to see a show. For whatever reason I thought it would be a good idea to go with this girl to Austin and see a concert. Now I'm here...

The guy has friends who rent a really swank apartment near UT. They aren't students or anything, but they do work in politics. One is a speechwriter for the Democratic Party in Austin. I'm not exactly sure what that entails...The other is a Congressional Aide who is in Austin to work on some legislation for an indeterminate amount of time.

We're about to head out to see the show. I've got to be at home tomorrow to attend a wedding, so I hope that I'm not too hungover.

This evening I went out to dinner with the Clinic mom and her husband to this BBQ place in Dallas called Dickies. We went with hungry stomachs and a will to eat the fatty bbq like there was no end in sight. And we did!

However, we weren't expecting to see the national spokesman for healthy eating sitting at the table across the dining room. I looked over a couple times before telling Clinic Mom who was scarfing down a plate of ribs across the way. I look over and he looks back. I smile and he smirks. After he looks away, I whisper to the table that Jared is at the table across the way with a friend.

They didn't believe that it was actually Jared even though it was him. Clinic mom convinced an eavesdropper at the table beside ours that he should go over and ask Jared what he's doing at this fat factory. The guy goes over and asks if he is Jared. After a few seconds the guy comes back over to his table and lets us know that I was correct.

I'm not sure what Jared was doing in Dallas, Texas, but I certainly understanding wanting some good food instead of the subway shit.

Everything in bold I've done. Comments are below in parenthesis.

1. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
2. Swam with wild dolphins
3. Climbed a mountain
---Two mountains, but neither of them too large. One was Pike's Peak.
4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
5. Been inside the Great Pyramid
6. Held a tarantula
7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
8. Said "I love you" and meant it
---I'm assuming this means significant other, which would be counted as frequently to one person in my past.
9. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten my own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby's diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
---I was supposed to but it was too windy.
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
---I prefer "laughing fit"
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
---I actually followed a beggar for through an entire evening because he thought I was cool, and I wanted to see first-hand how the homeless are treated.
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Rode on a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Benchpressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving
75. Got it on to “Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theater
80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
---A student film anyhow.
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn't have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
95. Gotten divorced
96. Had sex at the office
97. Gone without food for 5 days
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Rode a gondola in Venice
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place
---I was a thirteen year old boy.
107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage
---I've earned some money acting on the stage.
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried one/both of your parents
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
---Special requests don't upset us...
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. ...more than once? - More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking
137. Had an abortion or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
---Not cosmetic but more of a reconstructive.
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived
140. Wrote articles for a large publication If academic journals count.
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Petted a stingray
145. Broken someone's heart
146. Helped an animal give birth I have watched, though: cat, horse, goat.
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Rode on a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Rode a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Parasailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad
181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read Moby Dick!
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196. Dyed your hair
197. Been a DJ
198. Found out someone was going to dump you via Blogger
199. Written your own role playing game
200. Been arrested

This afternoon was spent driving home from Wichita to Dallas, which took about seven hours. Normally it wouldn't take that long, but Biggity and I had to take a detour to grandmother's house.

Biggity was told by his grandparents that we should drop by his grandmother's place to say hello. He hasn't seen her in awhile and she wanted to talk to him for awhile before he went on his way.

After about an hour of driving, we exited the highway to head to his grandmother's country farmhouse. It was this really quaint ranch style house with a few cats running around the barn. The trim was painted a nice teal color whereas the house was a very vivid white. It was what you would expect a nice grandmother's house to be.

We go to the door and I get to meet Biggity's grandmother. She's very thin with equally vivid white hair. She was radiating with Biggity coming by. He gave her one of his drawings that he decided didn't work well with the rest of his show. Then we all walked into to the house and found seats in the living room. Before too long she was excited to be able to get us something to drink and a sandwich.

I had just had a buffet lunch for my brother's birthday, so I wasn't really hungry. Ben was also full from an earlier lunch, so we only accepted the invitation out of courtesy. We asked her what kind of sandwiches she could make us. She said that it would be easiest to make PBJ sandwiches.

I'm a fan of PBJ...especially when they are made by grandmother's. They just taste better. We quickly accepted the offer for the sandwiches. Then she asked us what sort of peanut butter we liked and we told her. I was in the mood for crunchy and Biggity wanted creamy peanut butter. She went off to the kitchen to make a couple sandwiches.

Before long she came back to the living room to say that even though she didn't have any crunchy peanut butter left she would mash some peanuts. I told her that it was really unnecessary, but she was intent on getting crunchy peanut butter. She went back to the kitchen where we could hear her using a meat tenderizor on a tray of peanuts.

Biggity was pretty upset that I asked for the crunchy peanut butter. I told him there wasn't any way that I could have known she didn't actually have any crunchy. He was still a little perturbed with me.

Before long she was back out with the sandwiches. Mine was crunchy peanut butter after she mixed some mashed peanuts into a little creamy peanut butter. It was very odd, but I cherished the sandwich.

Soon after we finished eating we took off for Dallas. Thanks for the crunchy peanut butter Biggity's grandmother!

This week will be my discussion of the coffee date with Shygirl. Everything in that is the truth. We went to coffee, I bought her whatever sugary thing it was, and then we talked for nearly an hour. I found out that she went to a great school out east and came here because she really likes Texas. Everything seemed nice and then when we got back to school I asked if she'd like to go out again sometime. She looked slightly embarrassed and said that she was seeing someone but would like to still hang out.

Since that date we still talk and are just as friendly before in our Professional Responsibility class. She's actually a really cool person, so I'm a little disappointed; at least she doesn't act awkward with me though.

After driving around a bunch of OU fans, I was stuck sitting near them at a sports bar today. In Dallas I always noticed them when they come down for OU/Texas weekend. I realized that they were obnoxious then, but I thought that maybe it was just the environment. It wasn't until today that I realized that it's not a periodic sort of annoying but a curse on them. OU fans are cursed to be the most annoying people in the world.

It's a pity because some of the girls who were at various bars this past OU/Texas weekend were hot. Too bad they are OU fans.

I go with my step-father and grandfather to see the OU at K-State game this morning, and end up at a sports bar filled with mainly OU fans. I'm not sure if it is some alumni group or what, but they were idiots. I will illustrate many reasons why they are such annoying idiots.

First off, the game was very close and at times K-State was winning. K-State isn't ranked while OU is number 2. You shouldn't be happy that your team is playing like shit, you should be pissed off. Second, this is the championship game and isn't worth much of anything. Therefore, it doesn't make sense that after each first down you start screaming and cheering about things. No need to stand on your feet. No need to yell out "Boom...er...Soon...er." We realize that you're happy to see a first down. Maybe you could stick with a high five though. Finally, when you do your stupid cheer you don't have to yell out "Texas....Sucks."

The reason you will want to say away from the Texas sucks cheer is twofold. First, you aren't playing Texas today, so it makes you look even stupider. Second, in all conceivable ways Texas is a superior school than OU. Academically they are stronger on all counts. As far as sports, with the negligible exception of football, Texas is a more superior school than you. As far as professors, again, Texas is superior. In every way and every day Texas does nothing but make OU look like the shitty school up north. This little cheer that you do at meaningless times only reminds the rest of the country of why you have an inferiority complex.

Anyhow, I don't care much about K-State, but I decided that whenever they made a good play I would be equally annoying. Yelling, screaming, and even cackling at the OU fans. I'm a little surprised they didn't kick my ass. While Texas might be better than OU, I was not bigger than these guys.

I'm spending the weekend with my family for unknown reasons. In small doses I'm fine but when it gets to be more than five or six days, I have to leave. I should be fine since this will just be three days.

This morning I attempted to be up and ready to leave before 10am. The problem was that last night one of my friends, a girl who I dated, came over to talk about how her boyfriend just broke up with her. I guess there was some sort of a commitment phobia on his part, so he decided to shut things down. Anyhow, push came to shove and she stayed over at the apartment.

All fine and good because I'm a decent person and won't take advantage of someone who is an emotional wreck. The problem is that it made me sleep a little later than I wanted because we were up late talking. When I finally got up, washed clothes, and packed my bag it was more like 11am.

It takes about 6 hours to drive from Dallas to Wichita, Kansas. I'm from Wichita, so I get to make the drive often. I hit the road and decided that I was going to gun it most of the way home. I settled on the highway at a speed of close to 85 miles per hour. It took about six hours to get home with a couple longer stops.

There were some interesting things that I experienced on the drive. There was the bumper sticker that said, "My Parrot is smarter than your honor student" on a hillbilly's truck. Perhaps he has a very intelligent parrot or is fooled by the parrot's seeming intelligence. While eating lunch I was witness to a rather dramatic, and quite possibly faked, slip and fall. The lady sort of screeched as she hit the pavement while leaving the restaurant in her very clunky and cheap high heels. At a restroom a guy told me that you have to say "please" to the motion sensor paper towel dispenser. Also, I wasn't able to count the amount of University of Oklahoma football fans I saw driving from Oklahoma and Texas to Manhattan, Kansas. One car had four OU flags and an upside down Longhorns sticker.

All in all it was a decent drive home.

After I was finished with some work at school, I stopped by the pet store. There were a couple cute cats that needed adopting, but I decided that I shouldn't do that right now. I'm wanting a dog in the future, so I think one cat is more than enough. Anyhow, I still had to buy food, kitty litter, and a new scratch box for Sophia.

Take note that my apartment complex doesn't really allow pets. I keep her around because she's worth an eventual eviction, but I try to hid her until the inevitable occurs. It's still early enough that everyone can see me as I run through the parking lot towards my car. I was hauling ass until I saw Fogerty come out of his door and into my path.

Once Fogerty got in my way I sort of stopped. He just looked at me for a good ten seconds. Well, not at me so much as at the kitty litter and food that were in my hands. I had a sort of snide look on my face and told him that the secret is out. He was going towards the dumpster, so he took off.

When he came back I was just getting into my apartment, so I asked him something about it. He said, "you better be glad it's a cat, because if it was a dog I'd call the management." Why? Because Fogerty is insane. I guess that a dog bark would bug him even though he continually listens to his music at blaring levels. I smiled and said that cats are pretty quiet. He nodded and said it didn't bug him.

After I got everything situated in my apartment, I decided to pay Fogerty a visit. I wanted to let him know that I appreciated his "Fogerty" album he gave me, and that I would be willing to give him a Grateful Dead concert or something.

I get to the door and ring the bell. Who answers the door? It's Fogerty in nothing but whitey tighties! Fuck!!! I decided to stand there very confused and disgusted while I rattled off something about giving him a CD, then I took off.

You think that I could make this shit up?

This evening I ran into my downstairs neighbor, Fogerty, while getting my mail. Fogerty is a 40-something male divorcee who wears jean shorts, scrappy t-shirts, and his hair long. Think of a really dorky "The Dude." It's god awful but he's an ex-hippy who is passionate about being cool, so I'll stick up for him until the bitter end. Fogerty really tripped me up today. The conversation went something like this:

Me: What's up Fogerty?
Fog: Hey man! How's it going?
Me: Hump days suck.
Fog: Yeah, but man, that rain these past few days really got me down.
Me: Fogerty, it hasn't rained since the weekend really.
Fog: Really?
Me: Yesterday was awesome outside. It was in the mid-70s with clear skies.
Fog: I don't know...are you sure?
Me: Yeah...
Fog: Shit man it passed me! It passed me.
Me: I hate when that happens.
Fog: You know what man, I think they are doing that debate thing tonight.
Me: Oh yeah, the last Presidential debate.
Fog: Do you...are you...do you vote?
Me: I do vote...you?
Fog: Oh man, I'm for the drug guy.
Me: Drug guy? Is it some sort of a third party?
Fog: I don't think so that President guy.
Me: Oh, I don't think that Bush is really all that pro drugs but they'll talk some tonight about domestic issues.
Fog: He was a partier in his day man.
Me: That day is gone now. He'd lock your ass up if he caught you with drugs.
Fog: (Laughing) Yeah, I guess you're right.
Me: I gotta take off...good hearing from you.
Fog: Oh sure man...it's the best time of the year.

I wonder how he comes up with this stuff but it's always a surprise when I run into him.

Shygirl and I finally went out for a cup of coffee. After a couple cancellations, a few emails, and talking after class on numerous occasions we met up for a cup. Since there is a Starbucks right up the street, we walked there to sit down and talk.

I'm not sure what she ordered but it was something sugar-free but fancy sounding. I had a cafe mocha, per usual. It was sort of a brisk morning otherwise I would have gone with a regular cup of coffee. Why does briskness change that? I can't answer you that.

Anyhow we talked about where we grew up, undergrad, some law school stuff, and hobbies interests. It was really just the normal run of the mill stuff. But I was glad to see that she isn't nearly as shy in one on one settings as in class.

After an hour we came back to campus. I asked her if she wanted to do it again sometime and she sort of smiled, hesitated, and told me that she's sort of seeing someone. Oh well...

Bye bye Shygirl.

Last night I got a call from Biggity telling me that he wandered into a girl who was involved in some sort of a car accident. Biggity doesn't have a car and had run out of milk, so he took off towards the uptown area to go by the Albertson's. That's nice but the walk is a little over twenty minutes, so he has to run back home when he buys milk. Comical, I know. I laugh at him every opportunity I get because he refuses to go to the convenience store that's just a block away.

Running back home the Biggity noticed a car that someone got up onto the sidewalk and was wedged against a cement wall. That doesn't help the paint any. The Nanny was jumping all over the place because she was upset about her car. She thought Biggity was running towards her to lend her a helping hand. Little did she know that his milk was spoiling with each passing minute. There were two emergencies but Biggity had to figure out which was worse. The car or the milk. Hell the car couldn't get any worse than it already was because it wasn't driving anywhere.

The Nanny was freaking out enough that Biggity was fearing his life. Life wins over his milk, so he stopped for his own good. Besides, he figured that the fattiness of his whole milk would prevent it from spoiling as rapidly as he was imagining while running. In a panting way he asked the Nanny what the hell her car was doing banged up on the sidewalk. She was crying and saying that she had no way to get home. Biggity had half-way spoiled milk and no way to get her home. He called me for assistance.

I told Biggity that it was time to lend her his cell phone (I'm not sure where her's was) to call the police while I came over. The story goes something about how she was driving home from dinner when a maroon truck driving erratically came by and made her swerve. At some point she hit the curb and then spun up onto the sidewalk where she narrowly missed hitting this pole dead on. Instead the car swung out and only a part crashed into the pole. The rest of the car was fucked up by the wall.

The police got there a little before I arrived, so I wasn't able to hear all that was said to the Nanny. She was upset still because this maroon car, which I'm not even sure really existed, hit the brakes for a second and then took off. She didn't see a license plate or have any specific information about the car. Recently she paid off her Camaro so she dropped the full coverage on it. She says she was thinking about selling the car before too long. The officer told her that if he filed an accident report it would do nothing but raise her insurance rates. She later told me that would be bad because she was in a wreck when she was 21. I'm guessing she was around 23 or 24.

After the Police got finished talking to her about the accident and arranging a wrecker she came over to talk to me. I agreed to take her home and Biggity back to his apartment. On the ride home she did a lot of crying about the accident. Her breathe did a lot of talking about all the alcohol she had consumed. She told me that she was a nanny and there was now no way that she could do her job. Then she cried a little more about her lack of insurance to cover this accident.

I dropped her off at her place, which was a long ass way from where I wanted to be, and then turned around to take Biggity home. My guess is that nobody was driving erratically on the road except her. She seemed to be tipsy enough to drive poorly. I think she hit the curb and tweaked the car enough that it lost control. Perhaps she's telling the truth about an erratic driver who hit the pedal after she nearly lost her life by a pole coming at her, but I doubt the story. She just didn't seem credible to me despite the fact that she was a hot nanny.

If you employ this hot nanny you might want to think twice about letting her drive your precious little kids around. She'll fuck them up after a couple cocktails.

Two posts had comments this week which means that the former post (or oldest post) will be revealed.

In The Story Becomes Clearer, I describe an evening of drunken madness. Unfortunately, that was a true post. While I did have quite the hangover when I wrote the post it didn't stop me from relaying the message through any misery I was experiencing. No doubt, I was out of control. That's why since that day I've only had a couple drinks. The hangover seemed to last almost two days, which I didn't really appreciate.

I wish that I could say that all of that, or even a large part of it, was made up or embellished. Alas, it was all the truth.

All I can say is beer me, bitch!

First, sorry for the lack of a post yesterday, but the free time slipped away from me. I woke up and called Dominos to see what was going on. My excuse of helping Biggity wasn't going to work because she was going to an MBA orientation that would make her late for the football game. Since I had to run errands in the morning it would have been an complete lie to say that I would be busy at noon.

After talking for about ten minutes we decided that it would be a good idea to have a watching party. I got of the phone so that I could get my apartment in a presentable condition. Then I went over to Biggity's work to pick up the money and list of items to buy. Who knew that matting for artwork would cost a couple hundred dollars. It didn't even seem like that much material, but I guess it's just expensive to matte things.

I made it back to the apartment shortly before Dominos arrived. We turned on the OU-Texas game and watched most of it. There wasn't much to watch as OU was kicking ass. We drank some of her Captain Morgan's and ended up talking for awhile while drinking. There wasn't much attention being paid to the game. I did tell her that at the end of the game I'd have to get some work done with studying.

The Dominos was giving a lot of hints to me, so we ended up making out. It was fun but I held back on being all that interested, because I'm not. We talked a little more about what we're up to this week. The game ended and she went home.

Later that evening the Biggity came over to pick up his stuff. We decided to go out and grab a burger. We saw this 50's girl who was really cute. She was standing the entire time while her family was eating. I'm not sure why she was standing but her skirt was awesome. I dropped Biggity off at his place and came back to do a lot of reading.

A couple adventures worth speaking of but the studying is boring.

Around ten this evening I received a call from the Dominos girl. This has turned into a situation where I've got to act to end things. She hasn't just drifted off as I hoped.

She called this evening to say that her friends where going to some bar to watch the Texas/OU football game tomorrow. However, she thought it might be more fun to have a "private party" where she would bring the Captain Morgan's and microwave popcorn.

Tempting.

I'm not sure what to do. My friend Biggity needs someone to pick up some art supplies tomorrow before he heads back to Wichita next weekend. Basically his work hours are when this place is open, so he can't go and do it himself.

There might have been other people he could call, but he wanted to check with me first.

I found my out?

I'm thinking that I'll call Dominos tomorrow to say that I'll be busy during part of the game. I'm still debating though because it could be fun. She's a nice enough girl and attractive.

Captain Morgan's and private party is such a bad idea under the circumstances. Isn't it?

It's unfortunate that this morning I had an email waiting for me from the Shygirl that cancelled our lunch.

I'm sorry for the late notice, but something came up with my law review responsibilities and I am going to have to meet with the other [cut out information to protect her identity] editors at 12:30 tomorrow. Is it possible to go back to the original plan and try coffee on Monday at 11:00? Hopefully it won't be raining next week. (I also heard that it is supposed to rain all day tomorrow and Friday, so we may have gotten caught in the rain again tomorrow anyway).

Sorry again and let me know if next Monday will work for you.

Unfortunate but she did talk to me after our first class together. She seemed to be a blue about canceling the lunch, but I tried to not be pouty.

Perhaps she's just not into me?

Today I'm having a difficult time thinking about anything besides my dismal performance in Consumer Law. This is a class that focuses, in large part, on suits brought under the Texas Deceptive Trade Practices Act. This is a statute that has guidelines for what constitutes a consumer, requirements for sellers, warranties, and disclaimers that might arise.

It's complicated but statutes are my forte. I excel in interpreting statutes and understanding the legal decisions that have interpreted specific provisions.

This was not the situation today; I fucked it all up when I was called on.

I'm not sure whether it was my mind being on other matters or the fact that I hadn't really read the cases today, but I wasn't with it. The professor decided to ask me questions about things like where the implied warranty of workmanlike repairs arises from and I had absolutely no idea. This only started the stream of stupid comments.

Class ended after a flood of stupid answers only to be corrected by the professor. I was lucky that she didn't ask me to talk to her after class about being completely unprepared for class.

Last night I hosted a Monday Night Football party at Ben's Half-Yard House. I wanted it there because they have smaller crowds, football bingo, and dollar drinks all night. There was a pretty good turnout and a lot of beer went down. One person in our group won football bingo, one person won a hat throwing a football through the target, and I won some drawing that entitled me to $10 off my tab.

Laura never dropped by despite being invited, but she wasn't committed to going. I figured that it was probably better because I was sloppy by half time. Actually, I did a little dance at one point. I also alerted Biggity to the fact the two girls playing darts wanted guys to come and play darts with them. One girl was the QB because she won the football throwing competition. It made a mockery of Biggity because he only got a hat. She was wearing a NCA Cheerleader shirt that made me think she was an extra-hot QB. I never got sloppy enough to talk to her because she still had bad roots. I needed another half yard to take that extra step.

After the game was over a few of us took off to the Party Animals apartment. The Party Animals are a married couple that live right below Biggity. One of the Party Animals is in law school with me and is really cool. Biggity and I stopped to buy a couple 40s. He got a Schlitz and I got a Miller thing. We got to the apartment and I don't remember much of what happened after I started into my 40. Here are some of the highlights as relayed to me from a few sources:

• Chased a six week old kitten multiple times and usually caught her.
• Got bite multiple times by the kitten, but didn't feel it.
• Said to Biggity, "Beer me, Bitch."
• He refused to get me a beer and considered those fighting words.
• Wrestled with Biggity.
• I lost bad, but I rolled across the apartment trying to win.
• One of the Party Animals and Voldemort lost a bet because they believed I could take Biggity.
• Told jokes that made everyone laugh, but I can't remember them.
• Fell asleep and turned into a mural of crass drawings.
• Tried to tell everyone that I was good to drive home.
• Ran away from Biggity towards the crack houses.
• Saw hobos in the field by one of the crack houses.
• Tried to tell Biggity that I saw people but he didn't believe me that people were hanging out in the field.
• Fell asleep on Biggity's couch.
• Woke up with a bad hangover and drove home.
• Realized that I shouldn't be sleeping because I needed to get stuff done at school.
• Hated my day.

I keep hearing more events that occurred during the night. If you have any further information, please let me know.

Today I woke up to the sound of thunder and pouring rain and my cat freaking out. It might have been either the crack leaving her system or cats not enjoying thunder. I'm not sure which but she's a little badass kitty, so I don't think she was scared. More than likely it was a bad come down.

Anyhow, I got to school and did a little studying before heading over to meet Shygirl. She was where we planned to meet. The rain was coming down in heaps. We both suggested that maybe it wasn't a great day to walk down the street to Starbucks. Shygirl seemed disappointed and said that we should definitely plan another time. We sort of stumbled around for a minute trying to figure out what was going on.

"Wednesday sucks for me." "Ok, Tuesday?" "I dunno" "Next week?" "I don't want to wait that long." "When?" "When?" "When?" "I dunno."

Finally we stopped being dumb and realized that we have class together on Tuesday and Thursday until 12:15 and then our next class together at 2:00. We've upgraded coffee to going to lunch together on Thursday. That's the rain bonus. Now you'll have to wait to see what happens with Shygirl until then. It seems like a good sign to me that she was so eager to come up with a new time instead of just saying, "we'll have to try again another time."

Thank you rain god.

This evening the Biggity and I went to On the Border to grab some dinner. I had a little bit of a gift card to finish off, so I splurged on the fajitas. The food was good but the restaurant was quiet, so there isn't any fun story from inside the restaurant.

Actually, we were treated to a performance by Frat Boy and the Short Skirts before we left. There was the pimp frat boy with a few girls in short skirts hanging out at his table even though he was a dork and spilled a beer all over himself. But that is entirely too believable to fool anyone. We laughed at Frat Boy and the Short Skirts and took off before the encore.

Driving back to Biggity's we saw Beggar Mime hanging out at the side of the road. He was looking for change, I think, but nobody really knew because the sign he was holding was invisible. He walked up and down with his hands in the air like he was holding a sign and showing it to the traffic. Was there a sign? Nope. Just his hands and his imagination. We couldn't figure out if he was senile or just a badass miming beggar. When Beggar Mime made it to my truck I pretended to roll down my window and give him a buck. Not really because I'm not a tool. I gave him a dollar because I thought it was creative.'

I hope that Beggar Mime isn't enjoying a mini bottle of Hot Damn right now. Ok, maybe I do hope he is because it beats a sandwich from the gas station. How long can one live on Hot Damn? Get back to me on that Beggar Mime.

I've decided that once a week, on Sunday, I will reveal whether one of the posts is true or false. For more information on how I will determine which post to reveal, see the update to my introduction.

This week the post to reveal is going to be Timourous Me. This was a falsified account of what happened when I was shopping for music and DVDs at Best Buy.

I did see HarryKerry and did sort of dance around the different aisles to try to meet her. Actually, she gave me a good opportunity to speak to her when she said "excuse me" as she passed in front of me in the TV series on DVD section. I didn't take the bait and she left soon afterwards.

No conversation and no email exchange occurred. I got that idea from a girl I met last fall. The CSI-Runner who gave me her email address after I found her running ahead of me. I sent CSI-Runner an email and ended up going on a date with her.

HarryKerry is just going to become another foregone opportunity.

In order of appearance:

Me: I'm a 20-something guy in Dallas, TX. Currently I'm a law student in my final year.

Biggity: My best friend here in Dallas. We've been friends since sophomore year of high school. He is another 20-something who works at a camera store and is wanting to make it as an artist. Biggity comes from a website he made where he called himself Biggity. He's actually small and sort of wimpy.

Shygirl: A girl in the law school who I started to crush on over a half a year before I asked her to coffee. I call her Shygirl because despite being on the law review, securing a biglaw job, and just being an all-around intelligent girl, she can't answer questions in law classes. She gets too nervous to answer and just sits there in fear.

HarryKerry: This is a girl that I met at Best Buy. I promised her that I'd send her an email telling her where she can buy a Republican's For Voldemort T-shirt. She was wearing a Harry Potter t-shirt and had a little John Kerry button on the strap of her purse. It was a nice combination.

Dominos: This is a girl who I went on a few dates with. While the relationship hasn't officially ended it has become boring for me. She likes to call me late at night or when she's at a bar (sometimes those two coincide). She's Dominos because she was late to the third of our dates. Late by about 30 minutes which is what I expect from Dominos delivery.

CSI-Runner: Last Spring I was running around White Rock Lake (the entire 9ish miles) and found a girl running a little ahead of me towards the final two miles of the run. I caught up with her when she was walking and started to talk to her. We ran together until I made my entire lap around the lake. Not wanting to end things so soon, I memorized her email address and then sent her an email a few days later. We went on a date soon afterwards but haven't talked lately.

Frat Boy and the Short Skirts: Performance artist extrordinaires. At On the Border a frat guy was lucky enough to hang out with a table full of girls despite the fact that he spilled his beer all over himself and the table.

Beggar Mimes: The Beggar by the side of the road who mimed holding a sign because he was either senile or really creative. Either way he got a dollar from me.

The QB: A cute girl that was playing darts with her friend at Ben's Half Yard House. During the halftime show she threw the football through the target and won a cheap t-shirt and a cheaper hat.

The Party Animals: A friend from law school and her husband. Incidentally they live right below Biggity and have a kick ass apartment. It's basically a store front converted into an apartment.

The Nanny: Girl who was in a hit and run accident or possibly was lying about the hit and run. Either way she was a cute blonde employed as a Nanny.

Fogerty: My downstairs neighbor who is best described as a friendly hippy who wears jean shorts, wears crappy t-shirts, and gives me John Fogerty albums for absolutely no reason.

Winter: Clinic student who is a good friend from undergrad.

Wham: Girl that I met at Winter's surprise party who dreams of having sex in the rain.

Whiner: In early 2004, I met Whiner who is a very affectionate and clingy girl. I dated her for awhile but couldn't devote the time she wants in a relationship. Instead, we just hook up on occassion.

Peru: The female who works with Biggity part-time. She also does a lot of great photography. Part of this was done on a trip to Peru that she took for photography purposes.

This week has been such a trainwreck that I've only been able to average about 5 hours of sleep. I used to be fine with just five hours, but I've started to need seven hours to feel well rested. I stayed home last night so that I could get to bed a little earlier than normal. And I did until Dominos called.

Domino's is a girl who I was casually dating. At some point I lost interest in her and she still hasn't lost interest in me. Despite the no interest, I let her keep me on the phone for over an hour and half. This made it about 3:30am before I was able to fall asleep.

What were we talking about on the phone? I honestly can't remember all of it. Something about the comedians she saw at a comedy club. Yes, she tried to retell the joke; they were butchered. The main reason I stayed on the phone was because she was lost.

See Dominos lives in Irving, Texas and had been hanging out in Fort Worth. For those of you who don't know the DFW metroplex it is pretty simple the Ft. Worth, Arlington, Irving, Grand Prairie, and Dallas relationship on the map. That is their order from West to East. Simple enough. She was in Ft. Worth so she needed to take the main highway through Arlington to Irving. Which way did she travel? Further West from Ft. Worth! I don't know where she thought she was heading. She called me and had her directions all screwed up.

After I got her turned the right direction she kept taking exits and making herself get even MORE lost. I don't know why I didn't hang up the phone but I kept trying to redirect her. Probably the best thing would have been to call the DWI Squad because she seemed pretty blitzed.

Now I'm awake because my cat alarm clock won't allow me to sleep in. Now I have no more than five hours of sleep yet again. Now I'm cranky with Dominos even more than before.

Moral of the story is that if you're a girl and you call me late at night I won't hang up on you, because who needs sleep?

It's not just a Ted Leo song, but also the story of my life.

Friday is my day without classes, so I'm able to run errands and do other work. Normally I will stop by Best Buy and check out some of the prices on new music and see if there are any DVDs that I want to buy. Most days, not unlike today, I leave empty handed. Most days when I'm there I see someone who catches my eye.

Today a girl walked by me in the DVD section who was wearing a "Have you seen this wizard" Harry Potter t-shirt and had a John Kerry button on the strap of her purse.

My attention was caught from those two things alone.

HarryKerry came over and was standing close, so I started to think of something I could say to initiate a conversation without sounding creepy. I know, I know, people usually don't expect to be hit on at a Best Buy. I do what I can to change norms.

She walked off, so I had to mysteriously end up in the same aisle as she was in a little bit later. This game continued for five minutes while I thought about whether or not I should speak to her. I knew what I was going to say, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Finally I saw that she picked up a copy of Alias, so I decided to speak to her.

"I noticed that you're a Kerry and Potter supporter; have you seen the Republicans for Voldemort T-shirts?"

She smiled, "No! That is really cool. Where did you see one?"

"I think they are sold online."

"That would be fun to wear, but I don't think many Republicans would get it."

"Me either. If they did they would just think mission accomplished."

She laughed. We ended up talking about Alias for awhile and the debate last night. I mentioned that Alias would have been more enjoyable, but I was glad that Kerry did a good job. Then I had to go because I needed to get home.

However, getting beyond the timorousness gave me a good excuse to get her email address. I told her I'd send her the link to the t-shirt and plan lunch or something.