Evening of 10-3-6

I have a nutrition test in about thirteen minutes, so I’ll fire this away.

Found Colleen, as I said I would in the previous entry. Expressed more concern about Angie, which I won’t get into. She’s a good friend.

I ran into Liz before my A&P class, so she stuck around until after I finished class. Turns out Erik and Ashley wanted to teach Ashley stick. Lot 3 at the college here is perfect for that. “The parking lot that time forgot,” as Liz would say. I park in the tree there. Yes. IN the tree. I amuse myself. I’m sure I’ll get a picture next time I DITL during the week.

Ate in the other cafeteria, as I was hungry. Guy lost a dollar to one of the soda machines. Wouldn’t accept any more money. So Liz stole a fruit pie for him. You know, from the bottom of the vending machine.

Liz tried to teach Ashley how to do stick. Yeah. Ashley’s a bit of a spaz. She gets all nervous, then just takes her feet off everything once the car is moving. Erik then tried himself, and eventually got her moving. In the mean time, Liz had me drive her car. I’ve driven her previous car. It’s always the reverse that gets me. Up and down shifting isn’t that hard. It’s like a video game. If you’re accelerating, just keep your foot on the gas. If you’re downshifting, keep your foot in the clutch, and brake. If I really needed to, I could drive her car.

There, that took three minutes. I’ll be along now and spank that exam. Fiber prevents constipation!

Addendum: I spanked the exam. Except for the first question. The health wheel? We did that first day of class, I didn’t think we seriously wanted us to know that. Whatever. He emphasised “No gas”, so I just wrote down the important information in concise sentences. He has a powerful bullshit detector – I respect that.

I just ate a banana walking over here. Fruit just isn’t satisfying, no? Maybe I’m just used to a high protein diet. Cold or no cold, I’m going to have a glass of milk tonight. My tongue may disagree, but part of my body just craves it. Maybe it’s a build-up of lactase. (Lactose and lactase break down into glucose and galactose.)

Maybe I’ll go eat a hockey puck. Seriously, my body is crying out for protein. Guess that roast beef wich of sand wasn’t enough. I also need to pee with my penis. *burps quietly, as he’s in a computer lab*

Ashley had a mini-football, and I was tossing it up in the air and catching it. I noticed that I was actually CATCHING it. When the hell did I gain eye-hand coordination like that? Could it be the lifting? I don’t know, I recall being completely uncoordinated as a kid. Catch? Throw? Yeah, right.

I want to get Erik over to play Hybrid Heaven. I know he’d dig the battle system. I’ll have to ask him to refrain from ejaculating all over my system. Like that one dream I had where he hosed down an entire classroom with his powerful firehose of semen. ..You just don’t forget a dream like that. Like Liz and I were saying earlier today, Erik is the epitomé of MAN.

Reminds me, I have to wittle a knife for Self Defense. Should be a lot of fun, I’ll have to find my scout knife. I intend to literally chop a branch off a tree, then wittle off what I need. I haven’t done that in years.