So, I've handed out this address to Rene who is apparently, very fond of seeing his name in print. So I will write a classic rene anecdote:

The other day we were in the art room and he was standing probably too close to me for the teachers comfort and he looked into one of my eyes, I can never remember which one, and said "you have a spot of..." and i cut him off with "I know." because if I had a dollar for every time someone tried to tell me about my wacky eye spot then I would be rich. Anyway, then he said something about pretty, I think refering to me, I could be mistaken though, and then said. "If we weren't both fags I would probably ask you out." to which I think I just walked off... yeah. That was probably the best compliment, and the closest I've come to romance in a few years...

So that's Rene, I also saw him at the library this evening and he nearly had to throw a book at me to get me to notice him because I was trying to memorize the battle hymn of the republic for tomorrow. Tomorrow is my essay part of my english final exam. I was nervous until I realized that I am overly qualified to write this exam. I probably could have done fairly well on it without any studying. So it's all good, now I'm just giddy and excited and I want to kick some words bottoms tomorrow.

Wish me luck. This is the gateway into my future career. I should probably be scared.