Our First Time Together *blush*
Well, I'd like to do a "strictly ballroom" knee slide across this page to start with, but unfortunately I'm trapped like rat in a ballroom in Van Nuys listening to advice for massage schools. I'm ballsing out an 8 hour day for 6 ceus(continuing education credits) the 11am-12pm class was about state licensing for massage therapists. That's it, from 8:30am-4pm that is the only part of this day having to do with me. I'm just sitting here waiting for the day to end. They can't say shit thought, cause I was here the whooooooooole time, front bloody row. The sad thing is I've followed the whole thing. I can shop online, do homework, email friends, and still ask questions here in real-time. That's how bored I am. I used to do shameful amounts of shopping in World Lit. class at Chapman, and I made an A+. I also used to attend class absolutely shnockered on Reisling and rage at my journalism teacher. The journalism students I hung out with used to emerg...