Coo Coo Cachoo

How the hell does it happen that I plan to be a good boy and relax all weekend, then cut to Sunday morning and me feeling like total shit. Friday night was spent catching up on sleep. I had gotten up at like 3:00 a.m. because I had to be at class at 5:00 a.m. Saturday morning I worked at the Symphony. P.S. if you are a Collective Soul fan their new DVD that they filmed at Symphony Hall with the Atlanta Symphony Youth Orchestra. I'm not a huge fan, but I was part of the audience during filming. After work I went to Loca Luna for Rocio's baby shower. This is where everything starts to go down hill. One minute everyone is saying how they are going to take it easy, the next moment we are at Jungle dancing with sweaty shirtless boys. I did meet a really cute guy though. He is the biggest guy I've ever seen. I just love a big man. No, I am not referring to his dick. I am referring to the fact that he looks like a football player. It really didn't go anywhere. He went to an after party at Metro after Jungle closed and I went home. I hope I run into him again.

Sunday was a lazy study day. Not much to report. Just Study Nap and repeat.

I passed my test Monday with a 93. One of my girls, however failed it in a big bad way. She was one of four people who failed. I felt so bad for her. She was all crying and upset. She came home with me last night and we studied together while her hotel roommate got her hair done. She took her re-take this morning and made a 100. I'm so proud of her!!! I only have a week and a half to go until I'm an official Air Whore.