I am a horrible vegetarian. I had shrimp last night. Well, I was getting dinner, and I didn't realize the guy put shrimp in the pasta until it was too late, and I feel really horrible about wasting anything, especially little animals, so I ate them. I made it two months, and I slipped. And Nick was getting on my case about it too. Oh well. My tummy felt weird all night, so I guess what goes around comes around. Then again, I'm used to the food here making me feel funny. I need to cook more often.
At Tuesday's Argo meeting, I wore my panda pimp ensemble. 'Twas magnificent. I'm not sure if the new freshmeats think I'm insane or cool. Perhaps both. At the beginning of the year, I kind of avoided most of them, because I didn't know them. But now I just act like my crazy goofy self around them, and they seem at least amused by me. Some of them actually seem pretty cool. At least most of the females do. Most of the guys seem nice but lost in the geek world. Uh... like most of Argo.
And the Red Sox totally kick ass. YEAH!!!!!!!!!
