Last night we drove home from the Against Me! concert on a layer of water an inch thick, hydroplaning the whole way, no traction, no visibility because of fog and rain, and it was so much fun. Terrifying, but I find that those drives when one jerk of the steering wheel or one bad spot on the road will send you careening into traffic or off the road are some of the most fun drives. I like things that put me close to death, but I still have a measure of control. Being close to death really makes you feel alive.

Against Me! was amazing as always, in case you were wondering. The Soviettes were decent, their songs all kind of sounded the same, but they did have four singers, which I like. Smoke or Fire was their usual entertaining selves. The Epoxies did nothing but annoy me. I saw my brother there with this girl named Rachel. Everyone I know is Rachel these days. I think it would be prudent at this juncture to remind everyone of how much I hate Denver. The amount: a lot.

I put my right contact in this morning and went and ate breakfast and my eye was itchy, so I went back into the bathroom before work and my eye was completely and totally bloodshot red. I thought I had pink eye. I wore glasses to work today and the redness went away. So have no fear, people, you can touch my eye and then touch yours without fear of infection. Except you can't touch my eye because that'd be weird. Sicko.

I love mushrooms. Mmmmm...

I got like five guacamole recipes at the same time and somehow combined them in my head and made disgusting guacamole twice. This next time it's just going to be avocados, a little sour cream, and either salsa or tomatoes. Keep it simple to begin with. I need to learn how to cook. Also, it appears to be important to know the difference between a clove and a bulb of garlic, because if you put two bulbs of garlic in something thinking it's a clove, it's physically painful to eat, and you smell like garlic for a week, even if you brush your teeth every fifteen minutes. So just, you know, keep that in mind.

I finally met Kate's friend Rachel (or, I could say at this point, my friend Rachel) on Saturday. She seemed cool. We didn't get to talk all that much except for on the walk back to our cars because there were lots of people there, but hopefully we'll have the opportunity in the future. She was very cute though, that's for sure. I'm going to her Halloween party on the 21st, if someone (Kate! Rachel! Sarai!) will make me a costume. Sarai says I can buy a really gay bee costume at Spencers but Kate wants to dress me in a leotard and make a costume out of that, which would also be very gay. So we'll see. Last resort, I'll just go buy that one from Spencers. I just don't want to be the idiot who shows up to a Halloween party wearing a work uniform and being like "Look, I'm an Officemax employee!" Lame. Anyway, Rachel and I were supposed to be getting coffee (hot chocolate) together tonight or Wednesday, and since I haven't heard from her today, I don't know if that's still on. Hopefully. It's cold and I like hot chocolate.

In other news, I forgot how to spell Halloween. I thought Haloween for some reason, but then decided against it in favor of the correct spelling.

Underworld is much better than Libra. Even though it's some 900 pages. Which is 600 pages too long. Kate still hasn't finished Libra. I think she should give up.

I just made brownies and I'm going to eat some in a little bit while they're still warm and dump ice cream on top of them and have an orgasm and all that good stuff. For all my faults, I can make some delicious brownies (from a box). I found out my early class is cancelled tomorrow because Bob's stuck in Portland. The Yankees are losing. Everything seems to be alright with the world except that the Braves lost in the first round of the playoffs AGAIN, and I lost a bet with Erin about the Patriots Falcons game yesterday. I can't complain too much.

Sarai fucked me over good, and I learned that even I, the world's greatest and most moral person, can succumb to the basest of human instincts. Sucks. I was really upset with myself, and really really really angry with her. More angry than I think I've been with anyone in years. But it passed. I don't hold grudges. I think she's scared to hang out with me now. She's leaving Colorado for good in December. I don't know how to feel about that. I hate not being able to save people.

My car smells like someone comes in and farts in it when I'm not there. Cam was saying the same thing about his car recently. What the hell is that. We must have some guy who goes around, unlocks cars, farts in them, and locks them again, who lives in this apartment complex. That's just weird. I need to get an oil change and probably rotate my tires. My car gets like 32 miles to the gallon.

Wow. This has been long.