Okay, I’m going to try and actually finish a post this time. This is my sixth attempt at writing this week and every time I start, something crazy pops up and interrupts. So here it is: All the major events of the week … if I can remember them.

Monday, I got my grade back for a web design project and I didn’t get a good grade. My professor’s comments were, “Good start” followed by discouraging scribbles of red ink.

Tuesday, I had a presentation for my Parks and Monuments class and it went well. I think it's because I went after two classmates who had bra sizes bigger than their IQ's.

Wednesday, my classes were canceled so I thought I would use the time to get work done. It didn’t happen but I did bump into my first year roommate and a handful of my residents from my first year as an R.A. After that I went to the weekly Sign Language program I co coordinate. It bombed – hard. That night, as I sat down to post an entry, one of my residents knocked on my door and told me, “The kids next door are burning something.” So I went to go investigate. I'll sum up what happened. A lamp fell, a mattress caught on fire, I put it out with an extinguisher, pulled the fire alarm and the rest is history. I was somewhat frazzled, so I spent the night with the only person who was up, a pseudo ex.

Thursday, as you know, was Valentines Day. I read a story for my creative writing class and the class didn’t get it at all. After class, I went to a play and afterwards, something bad happened. I relearned the lesson that my penis shouldn’t make decisions for the whole because it doesn’t know how to make good ones. Something terrible happened.

Friday I read this woman’s blog. She wrote about how she was looking for love and settled for sex. It hurt and it hit home.

Saturday I went to see Vagina Monologues with the guys on my floor. After that we chilled and ate pizza.

Sunday I tried to get work done. Yi came over and distracted me with the new Super Smash Bros in Japanese and my birthday gift. I know, my birthday is more than a month away. He got me a Samsung NV15 digital camera. I’m looking at it and I still can’t believe it. I told him what happened on Valentines Day and according to Chinese superstition, I’m going to have bad luck for the next month. Just what I need.

Crazy week, huh? And I didn't even get into details on all this. I'm saving my prose for people who don't understand it. Well, guess I should get going. I have a week full of crazy happenings and mistakes to make.