She's Got a Ticket to Ride!

No, it's not a sexual innuendo. And in this case, I DO care (reference to the song). I'm leaving an oh so crazy loft in New York to stay in an oh so stereotypical house in New Jersey for a few days. It's a REALLY NICE house. Not to mention Laura's fridge is stacked full of Red Bull. We're gonna go to Candace's seder (and yes, I AM making her put an orange on the seder plate, of course!), and her football (sorry, soccer) game - not that we plan to, but I'm sure we'll end up going anyways. Apparently this girl I know is gonna be there. And apparently I scared her two years ago because I told her I was in the mafia. That's just...fantastic. I love it! 

And blogger is now telling me that fantastic is not a word. Wow. I feel like writing a bunch of random words like bumfluff and seeing if it knows about them. And for your information, it's saying bumfluff isn't a word. Psssshhh. (...Is also not a word, it seems. But floccinaucinihilipilification is. HAHAHAHAH!)

Anyways. Today a kid used my name for his Spanish homework. He had to read it out to the class and at the end this other guy goes, "Davy?! But that's a mans name!"

It was beautiful, how red his face turned. 

After that, I went to bio class where Brendan and I presented on PID (Pelvic Inflammatory Disease) and the origin of douche bag. I got to say douche bag to the teacher somewhere around sixty times (I may have abused my privileges just a little...) while Brendan drew it on the board. Then David text messaged me, while I'm still presenting mind you, to tell me that my dear partner spelled douche wrong. And he KNOWS I'm not allowed to have a cell phone (I've had a few incidents in bio class before concerning it) -- he just wanted to see me pretend that I can't feel my pocket vibrating. Thank god I was behind a desk and the teacher couldn't see. In retrospect, it was pretty funny. Everyone loved our presentation, and I think we did the least work out of everybody in terms of our project. All in all, a good day. L'chaim!