So, let's talk about Tracy. I like Tracy. More so then Melissa, because... well.. I was honest with Melissa and she will probably never talk to me again, but that's okay. Being attracted to a person solely because they exhibit the good qualities of your Ex isn't necessarily a healthy thing. Tracy though is probably the opposite. I mean, she has tattoo's. I've never liked tat's but I like hers. She's got kanji for 'satorii' on her left wrist, and as some of you may know, I scribble that kanji damn near everywhere I go and have access to writing type devices. She came into my bar yesterday, doing a psych paper on compulsive gamblers. Figured her best chances at observing some of this was during graveyard. Gee, she hit the nail on the head there. It was a slow night though so there were really none about, so we just chatted for about an hour. She came back today to talk some more :). With my luck, she's doing a paper on psychotic bartenders and thinks I'm a wonderful subject.
But on to other things. I actually feel marginally prepared for my Psych test in a few hours. I'm going to go mainline some caffeine and polish off this last chapter. My other classes aren't meeting so I should get some work in on the new diary design.
Oh yeah, does anyone know the origin of the term 'Props' ? As in, 'I give him props, that fool has mad hop.' If you do, email me. I could do a search, I suppose. But... I have to give bored people something to do. So I'm off...
Goats and Secanol!...
-G