Okay. . .

so I'm only on here because my new friend Nick (not my husband, a new Nick, it's not that unique of a name really and things could get confusing) kept telling me how much better it was than Xanga. And let's be honest, I'm never on Xanga either, but maybe I'll be better at typing on here. We'll see.

I just got done playing poker with some of my most favorite people. Last time I took home the money. This time, I lost early, bought back in, and then lost again soon after that. But in the end, my money went to the kid who needed to pay rent, so it's all worth it right? Kinda like charity?? No? Oh well. . .

To continue the randomness. . .today, we went on a field trip for class. . .to the funeral home. Sick. I mean, facinating, but still sick. When we got there, the funeral director took off his fake leg and poked a girl with it. Like really, he was standing there and made some comment about only having one leg: "I have one leg. I know it doesn't look like it because I'm standing here, but look" (detach the leg from his body and *poke *poke to the girl next to him) I thought she was going to die dead right there, which I guess would have been ironic, it being the funeral home and all. Weird, just weird. It was one of those -Where am I? And how did I get here?- moments. Creepy. But I picked out my casket. Cherry, I want Cherry wood- and don't worry Nick (my Nick) it's on the cheaper end of the spectrum.

My friend Kyle, got nicknamed "Smooth" by the homeless black guy "Black Elvis". Let's be honest, I don't even know what to do with that.