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OK, so how was my weekend? I'm sure you're all wondering...It was pretty cool, thank you for asking. Friday night I did not go to Happy Hour with crush dude, bummer of all bummers. I looked so damn cute, too. I really should have been mixing it up with dudes of almost-equal attractiveness. I did go to class and I did figure out just how much U.S. History I don't know. Karen will be doing one hell of a lot of studying this week. Our mid-term is Friday.

I watched a Canadian movie called Black Robe. I think it's several years old. It's about French Missionaries and the Huron and Iroquois people they try to "save". Very good movie. It's also realistic which means its violent and...brutal. Let's just say that at no time in future will I need to see another movie that so realistically shows people with Small Pox.

On Saturday, I painted the crown molding in my living room, cleaned the pad and did laundry (woo-hoo!). John came down, also. And yes, kymbeline, I really do have sex. I got quite a *guffah* out of that, by the way...:)

Anyway, it has been decided that I am going up to Santa Cruz next weekend. Tomorrow is my birthday, you see. In "celebration" (or to get me drunk and make me happy in an effort to help me forget how friggin old I'm getting) John is going to take me to a few places I've been wanting to go up there. I'm taking Monday off so that I can drive back down here then, rather than late at night on Sunday.

Oh, one funny thing...well, funny to me, anyway...I had told John I would call him when I got home from school Friday night. Well, I got home, ate a little something and really calling him just slipped my mind until it was too late; I was afraid he'd be asleep. See, there was an angel on my shoulder and I was being thoughtful. Then an additional thought came to mind. Must have been a little devil on the other shoulder. "Well, it'll do him good not to talk to me every freakin' night, anyway. He can just wonder for this evening..." Boy howdy, did I hear about it the next day. John thought I'd gone out drinking after school. I explained to him that I had no funds to waste on such an excursion, but his take on it is that "women don't need money to go out drinking."

Have I told ya'll about John's jealousy issues? Cuz he has 'em.

Of course nowadays he has absolutely no right to get jealous. After all, he is the one who moved to Santa Cruz. Without me, in case you didn't get the point. Plus, we were engaged to be married at one point and he is the one who broke that off.

Don't get me wrong...he thought he was being real coy about his jealousy this weekend. It was all related in a joking manner, you see. He wasn't serious. At least, that will be his position, should the issue ever come up again.

So we had more really fabulous sex. Of course, after he left I just couldn't help but over-analyze everything and wonder if the sex was so good because

a) He just loves sex with me. And let's face it - who wouldn't?

b) We are so horny by the end of the week that even a good rub up against a wall would make the earth move.

c) He wanted to make sure I knew that he is just the best lover in the universe so that, even if I do choose to go out drinking after school I know I will never find anyone better for me than he.

I vote for C. But hey - who am I to complain about his motives?

Last night, I had a filet from Steak o-Rama. It was tres' yummy. Plus, they deliver. Can't go wrong, there.

And now, I must eat me some lunch.

Hasta!

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