live well. laugh often. LOVE much.

another successful day in the pursuit of graduate school. i went and talked to that former professor of mine and the meeting went REALLY well. she was very helpful, sounded more than willing to write me a good letter, and even OFFERED to read/edit my statement of purpose letters. i was quite appreciative. anyway, so that means i visited my old alma mater and it was nice to be back. they have all kinds of new shit 'round those parts. the new starbucks was my excitement. they didn't have one of those within a few exits when i was there. and they have the library up, but it isn't functioning yet, i guess. and, i walked thru the cafeteria to get to the bookstore and it smelled the same. funny, huh? also, i went to buy a new csusm sweatshirt (cause i'm cool like that) and now they have a new mascot. when i was there it was the tukwut (it's the indian word - the tribe of whose land that used to live in that area - for mountain lion), but now all their shirts/sweatshirts and the like have "cougar" on them. hmmm... that was interesting. i asked the cashier if he knew when it changed and he asked this other cashier and the best answer they could come up with was that it changed to "cougar" when they stopped being the "tukwut." hmmm... really? thanks for the information.

anyway, i only wanted to put a story on here that i saw on someone else's website. a girl named melissa. the story made me cry and i couldn't handle it. here goes:

Just then, another knock on my door. Did this bitch forget his tooth or something? And I only say that because a different, actually invited houseguest last week, lost his tooth while casually talking. He did a �psshhhhhhhh,� like saying, �bitch please� and his tooth fell out. It was hysterical. I played like I didn�t see it. He then said he had to check on his car. As he left, he acted like he was tying his shoe, but really he grabbed the tooth off the ground. He came back and his tooth was back in.

tell me it's not the funniest story.