Two fellows just came by asking if I was interested in a game of Texas Hold'em. They will return when they've found more folks who are interested.

On a related note, I hereby renounce my agnosticism and proclaim my unwavering theism! O, sweet mercy, there is a God!

Well, that might be taking things a bit too far, but I feel so.... unbelievably happy that I can play poker again. Man. It feels so God damned good (sorry God). Hmm. Maybe on second thought I'll go back to agnosticism (sorry God); I like being able to take the almighty's name in vain without worrying about consequences.

Oh, and by the way. There are other things you may be interested in.

My classes are pretty kickass. Well, they're all kickass except for French, which I haven't taken yet. And now you're wondering exactly what I mean. Well, as many of you know, I was quite disillusioned with Spanish, so I decided I'd try my hand at Russian... which didn't work out too well either (well, actually, it worked out pretty nicely, but I really wanted to take French instead--learning Cyrillic just isn't as easy as not having to learn jack shit).

So now I'm in French! I'll have my first session of that tomorrow. Yay!

Also, I believe I will publish the following now; it's momentous:

I am considering a transfer to UT or Texas Tech.

Why? Well, for multiple reasons, I've suddenly determined that a career involved in taking over the world may not be the best thing for me. While GW is really cool, it also costs a hell of a lot of money and wouldn't be particularly worthwhile (in my opinion) if I'm anything but an International Affairs major.

It's a pity, really, that I don't know exactly where my life is headed, but I do think that it's definitely a lot better to be determining such now rather than when I'm 38.

Now, of course, there is the possibility that my feelings are simply brought about by homesickness and such, but I haven't really experienced any other symptoms aside from really missing the non-microwaved food. It's also possible that this is me flitting about with my crazy adolescent flittiness. I don't know really; I just know that I'm seriously considering a transfer at the end of my freshman year.

...What would the parental units say, I wonder? On that thought, hasta la byebye folks.