Somewhow last night evolved form a mere dinner at milestones to a strip club and kereoke in a gay bar...of course i actively avoided participating in any act of/or relating to kereoke nor will i ever. I'm having trouble talking at this point. Imagine what your voice would sound like it if your throat was full of glass...because that's how i feel.

Ha! I lucked out today. Everytime i have an upcoming presentation i'll go and talk to the prof. just before at which point i will jokingly make an off the cusp remark about how i'd rather not have to do the presentation at all, and i'd laugh and then they'd laugh and everybody would be laughing at the hilarity of the request. And then i would do my presentation. Except this time i made my usual comment and the prof is like well actually if you want you can prepare a presentation and just hand in you notes and be marked on those. I was just like 'okay, thank you' and that was it. I honestly think she was just taking pity on the fact that i sounded like a chalk board but whatever man...i'm not complaining.