Well, yesterday was St. Patrick’s day.

Who is St. Patrick, you might ask, and honestly, I don’t know. My best guess is that he’s some drunk Irish guy that liked the color green and pretending to be religious. Whatever.

So, as i’ve stated a million times, I am in Austin, right now. Like, as I speak/type this. And what i’m doing is being lame.

I’m actually watching James raid ICC right now, but i’m here writing, all because I figured I might as well. Why? well, alot of shit has happened and nothing is that awesome.

Like, for example, I got laid over on the 15th for my flight over here. Luckily it was a non-stop, so I wasn’t in a rush to not miss any other flights. On the badside, I had already showed up like 2 hours earlier, so I was pretty bored. Plus I packed the book I actually had to read on my checked bag and just had the one I only slightly had to read. lames.

Next everything was going pretty good, I haven’t spent too much money, but I also haven’t found my size (gynormous) in the cool zombie belts that i’ve found around, since my white belt finally died on me. Then, all went well, I bought us some sushi last night, then this morning [poof] my debit card has disappeared and my only suspicion is that we accidentally threw it away, so I ran to the trash room to pull the garbage and thrash the bags, but alas…it was emptied out already.

I walked the streets that we ran through last night…nothing. I asked the front desk, nothing. So, I called Wells Fargo and cancelled my card, ordered new ones and got asked if I wanted a credit card because I have good credit. I politely declined and was slightly relieved that James had paid his half of the Spaghetti Warehouse dinner with cash… you know, since I don’t carry that dirty don around my wallet that often. Either way, I have to wait 5-7 days for my replacement cards and I have to get a temp card tomorrow morning sometime at the Wells Fargo on campus, unless I’m in downtown and I walk down that one street I never remember. Fat Chance.

Next, we went bowling, and while I totally owned the first game (of 2), i bit dust in the second round because, get this, I broke my nail.

You have no idea how ridiculously feminine this sounds coming from my mouth/mind. Breaking a nail is something I don’t utter in lifetimes…and yet, I happened to have grown my nails out because James told me not to bite them like 2 weeks ago and I listened and went so far as to paint them.

After the initial break, I stepped it to the restroom, washed my hands (as they had been all over those balls of bowling mystery and the fingers all up in the holes of greasy death, and bit them ALL off. So i’m nail-less and James and I are tied in our Bowling ownage glory. I can’t stand for that, but alas, my day was crap and I was annoyed. So we made our way back to the room and I have been reading “Ask The Dust” for class for a few hours.

oh lively.

Oh yeah, in other news, We have a new term for extremely intense gag inducing smelliness. We call it “Indian girl”, for yesterday, on the bus back to campus from the Barton Creek Mall, some Indian girl sat in front of us on my side and for every waft of air that made its way to us, we died a putrid death. So much so, that we had to take turns breathing behind each others backs. How romantic we must have looked. But alas, though I feel for the terrible racism that it sounds like, I’m sorry, but…they don’t use soap. So whatever.

Oh, and at some point we’ve seen Alice in Wonderland in 3D (liked it enough) and seen some SXSW thing in the back lot of Urban Outfitters. =]

So far so good.

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