11/13/2004 07:47:42 PM|||Travis|||

Resolution- not yet

Yep, I am still lost. What the hell am I doing? Drinking coffee at 8PM. nice. I already took a nap. It's probably going to be a long night. Perhaps something interesting is going to happen. Perhaps not. I have no idea why I am typing this silly nonsensical shit. But the keyboard must keep going. The show must go on. The train is not stopping here. No stoppin' no way Jose.

I am having some fun with people now. I went out last night and spent most of the night flirting with a girl that I later realized was the same girl that my friend was running game on about an hour or two before. But it wasn't until after my proverbial ass was hanging out in the breeze. Nice. He is going to like that, I still have yet to talk to him about it. And the doubly nice part? I still tried to get her to come back to my place. Nice. I am an asshole.

The UCSB Real Estate club is poised to take over the world. No. I am serious. Its going to be freakin' huge. We have the ultimate club dream team assembled from peeps from the Republican club, the Investment club, the Entrepreunership Club (I am also prez of that one) and the Bussiness Economics Association. We have lined up Brooks Firestone to come talk, a local super rich guy. We are working on getting even more. Although our club is about real estate, it seems that all we are doing is trying to get extremely wealthy people to come and talk. See, they all have some money in real estate. Like all of them. If you have tons of money, you park some in real estate. So we get them to come in and talk about it. Simple as that. Yay for money. Yay for the shameless pursuit of money.

My health has gone down the toilet. I just ate half a box of chocolate covered raisins and I feel really sick. Sugar is probably flying through my viens and my endocrine system is all mixed up due to some confused t-cells that keep killing off the wrong shit in my body. Wow I am cussing like a sailor, but I promise I am only drunk with life right now. The rum that I got today isn't too far away though. But that might put me over the edge.

Oh brother. Tomorrow is the day the shit hits the fan.

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