Chewy

Today was actually a really good day. I was in a spectacular mood which never happens. I even agreed to possibly help Todd move tomorrow (which that means you're my friend - this is proof). He had made a slave joke during the invitation, but nothing concrete. When Alan replied about coming, he asked what we would be doing. I said, "I don't know, but he made a slave joke so I'm assuming we're helping him move."

After work, after being recognized by another team lead for my awesome Target skillz, I went to Barnes and Noble to extensively walk the fiction section and find books to read. The list as follows:
Megan Bergman - Birds of a Lesser Paradise
Josh Bazell - Wild Thing (I really liked Beat the Reaper... Well, until the UNREALISTIC ending.)
Aravind Adiga - White Tiger
Paul Auster - The New York Trilogy
Peter Bognanni - The House of Tomorrow
Robert Bloch - Psycho
T.C. Boyle - Budding Prospects
Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar
Arthur Nersesian - The Fuck-up (This book sounded a little like Candide by Voltaire.)
Haruki - Murakami - Dance Dance Dance

I don't see a point in this.

I loved these fucking fish.

Afterwards, I went to the "In-training" Day at Chuy's. We got our meal for free, except alcoholic drinks. All the alcoholic beverages were four dollars and the proceeds went to "Courageous Kids." I had lunch with my old history teacher (well, first and second semester of college history teacher who will remain nameless), and Fallon. It was pretty awesome. The food was typical, but the atmosphere was good. However, there were odd paintings of dog heads on human body's, a copy cat of that one guy, I know. The teacher said, "All these dog pictures. You know what the special ingredient is, don't you? You'll know when the dog population drops."
Hahahahaha.
In my head: "In other news, the dog population has dramatically decreased. Humane Society says it's because of their hard work and advertising of neutering and spading. Scientists are now in favor of breeding."
I will post pictures of the place once Fallon shares them on facebook. Stay tuned! (See what I did there?)

The teacher bought me a Mojito. I am very thankful, although he'll never read this. I cannot believe, ever in my life, that I would have drinks with an older teacher of mine. Just amazing. I feel like an adult. I thought I felt like an adult when I used a hand-mixer when I was 21, this does not compare. I feel collected. Although I want to move out on my own so badly. I want to be independent beyond recognition. That's my purpose as of right now. Once I settle on that, then I want to be independent beyond the U.S.

Anyway, shower then sleep.
next entry will b red lyk this. xcitd?