still in my dreams you are so damn beautiful

Well I am back from my stay at Irvine. I also fixed my virii problem on my computer. Turns out the virus was a smart one or something; it prevents anti-virus programs from operating properly. Good thing those old people knew what I was takling about. Thanks for being old, guys. I mean for knowing stuff. I do hope nobody in my address book got owned by the virus.

Let me try to think what happened the lat few days. I remember watching the extended version of Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings on Saturday. The movie was half an hour longer than the theatrical release, and the extras do help in understanding the movie. Um Saturday night (technically Sunday morning) some of us climbed onto the roof of the dorm (*deep breath*) to chill for a while. As for Sunday, we went to eat to eat at a sports bar type place called BJ's, haha. Right across the street there was a place called BD's, hahaha. Seriously when I saw those two places I laughed it up. Yay for being immature. Tom and I played some pool afterwards, and I lost 1-3 haha. However, that game I won was a splendid one. I was down 7 balls to his 1 ball left, and I came back and hit 8 straight balls in to win the game. Sunday night we got lost in the city, but spent some time in a condo that had cable, something the dorms don't have. Did you all see the Niners come back and beat the Giants? Our flight was delayed at John Wayne for about twenty minutes due to weather.

Dorm foosball is freaking competative. Quite a few savage games were played, and they have a way of always going down to the final point. Anyways. Thanks Rob for letting us stay at your crib (I mean room).

The weather was nice down in socal. It felt like springtime on this January morning (okay so it doesn't sound as nice). Hopefully the weather up here stays nice, as I've been told that's how the weather's been. I do have a slight case of the sniffles.

Me lying on the floor Monday morning at 5:00 AM: That one girl's cute. She's some pretty good arf.
Tom while walking to get lunch eight hours later: You know that girl you were talking about? Rob says she has a boyfriend.
Me: Don't they all?
Whoot. Owned.