oh yeah, it didn't really help that he sang whitney houston too.
so, school is really motoring along. you might not believe it, but i've attended like 95% of my lectures so far. the really surprising part is that james mother-fucking boone is what it took to get my ass back to class. [for those of you who don't know james, his attendance record is only slightly better than mine, which is piss poor.]
i can already tell the difference it makes for me to attend lectures. it's not that i pay attention or take great notes, but i do my homework there instead of coming home and promptly forgetting about it. additionally, i find myself participating in class every now and then, which is a pretty big step for me. i used to have a panic attack every time i had to speak in class. now i just kind of do it without even thinking about it [until afterward, perhaps]. plus, i'm developing a rapport with a few of my teachers, which i really enjoy. hell, i just like that they remember my name.
after two hours of trial and error, i placed my first international [cell phone] call, yesterday. that shit is complicated! once i finally got it figured out, i was dismayed to find the offices in london closed already, due to the time difference. so, there's another call in my near future.
still, i wish those fucking jerks at the ministry of sound would have just read my email instead of putting me through all this rigamarole.
dj miles maeda, slater hogan and colin b. in pistol city tomorrow. housed for life. you know it!
dj dan coming up in chicago. micro and ak1200 in detriot next month. road trip?
while still not understood, this mess with menlie seems finally seems to have reached an equilibrium state. it's certainly possible that i'm just no longer privy to her ridiculous arguments in her locked lj and myspace posts, but i'd like to think she finally realized she wasn't making any sense and just let it go.
either way, i'm glad to be done with it.
it's weird to be a hot commodity. i'm completely uncomfortable of it and remain in a nearly perpetual state of disbelief. the worst part is, i'm terrible with making and sticking to plans. so, the multi-tasking and time management skills of an eager young socialite escape me and i'm left disappointing and offending people.
i'm not really a jerk; i'm just fickle, flighty and irresponsible.
i think i'm going to catch up on my housework and then reward myself with a