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I found out my grade for my Hiatory of US immigration class today: B. i also confirmed that i will be graduating. woot. this immigration class was just plain silliness. the prof. is some administrator lady who is really into immigration- she does research on it- especially highly skilled immigrants (caltech has many of these, hence she does research here). anyways she can talk forever and ever and ever. i just wrote a sentence and realized that while there is some humor in it and the rest of what i was going to tell you, it would really not be worth reading. i have fallen into hte trap of telling you people out there stupid crap about my life that even i dont really care about, so why would you.
i know i kinda indicated that i would be writing a part ii to my alcoholic story, but too much time has passed and i dont have the motivation i did a week ago. i will relate one small story though. im at O'shea's casino playing single deck blackjack. at thi point i htink i may have been the only one at the table. then about four people come up and start playing. well 3 of the four. they all know each other, they are from houston. i talk to the guy to my left (cant remember his name, i was on gin and tonic number 7 by now) about the lakers and other sports stuff. about ten minutes later he asks me a question about the dodgers he had asked right when he sat down- he was also drunk. then i mentioned somehting from the left and the guy on my left asked if i was a republican. i said NOOO, i am a democrat. so we get into a political discussion. i tried my hardest not to be a jerk, and i think i did a good job because this guy and his friends did not get up and leave. in fact, i htink this guy agreed with me for hte most part. it was, thewhole god thing that kept him on the Bush side. okay, funny part coming soon- i promise, hang in there. so religion comes up. i tell him there is no god. he laughs, and i repeat, "trust me man, there is no god." they took this for the ramblings of a drunk man. but i was serious. then i somehow got onto a story about geetha and i and our religious discussions (arguments) because i am atheist and she is hindu. leslie, the married woman to my right with a lisp that really made her sound ten years old, chimed in "woah!" and then the guy to my left said "wow, atheist and hindu, i dont know which is worse!"
now that cracked me up. okay, i guess i lied, that wasnt a very good story either. well, i say fuck 'em.
have ie ever mentioned that life is great. i mean really. fucking fantastic.
dont forget, party friday night. be there or be not hanging out with many drunk, graduated nerds. hilarity ensues.