well here it is. i promise this journal will have a bit more construction than the last. i was just really dog tired. not that i'm any more awake now, but i guess i'm just numb to the feeling. i bombed that psychology test tomorrow which was no fun, but now atleast i know how he gives tests. that's my greatest strength when it comes to test taking. anyways, i was going to tell you a story last night, but i just got too tired. i went to a meeting with michael w. smith yesterday. i'm in a club that gets to do stuff like that. it's called CMS. but before i went in to hear him, my frat brother scott and i went to use the bathroom. we walked over to the urinals and there was another guy in there. i started making wise crack bathroom jokes that had to do with releiving one's self and song writing. scott, on the other hand, seemed quite embarrassed because he didn't like involving strangers in jokes i guess. but anyways, when we went in to hear mr. smith, in walks the stranger bathroom dude that was using the urinal next to me. yeah, it was definitaly micael w. smith, and needless to say, i turned a few shades past red. anyways, he played the piano for us and did some songs that he hadn't released yet. he's a really nice and cool guy. did you know he has five kids, the oldest being 20? i knew he wasn't a young fella, but he just doesn't look that old! today was a different pace though. i managed to get through it and rewarded myself at the end by working on one of my recording projects. i also was dressed formally all day because one of my frat brothers had a death in the family and we dressed up out of respect. we also went to the memorial service that night, and it was the first open cascet service i had ever attended. i felt a little werid. i had never seen a dead body before, but i was there to support a friend, and that i did. after we got back to school, we had a formal frat meeting and then went to mafiaozas. it's a great little sit down restauraunt that we go to after our meetings. the food is good and cheap, sorta like la hacienda back home, except with italian food instead of cheese quesadillas. i just got home at 1 though and got out of my suit a.s.a.p. cause MAN those socks squeeze the life out of my legs, and they rub my leg hair. as for tomorrow, i don't expect it to be as hard. i'm coming out of the storm which was semester quarterlies. i have one more paper to finish and turn in tomorrow in history class and then i'm done with all that stress. i shall then proceed to take a nap, and speaking of which, my pillows are driving me crazy just layin there and lookin all lonely and sad. i think i shall go and keep them company with my skull. peace to all.