Roses are red, violets are blue. Leger says I'm florid, what about you?!

So dear reader, I must bid adios and adieu for now because tomorrow I depart for Paris via Logroño, Spain. But I won't leave ya hangin'! I can regale you with the fact that I have left 3 assignments either incomplete or completely undone! Good times... Ain't nobody gonna hold me down when I arrive back home around 10 p.m. next Sunday!

But the day was all-in-all quite good. I spent some quality time with my girls, some quality time with myself and some quality time with my Buffy. I completed a midterm, I learned that even grades for major requirements won't transfer (so I can royally suck -- pun intended), and I wrote an application for my $3,000 grant which isn't exactly run-of-the-mill. My adviser Leger Grindon called it 'florid' and basically suggested I rewrite it, but the fact that I didn't produce the same ol' schlock as always makes me happy enough for now.

So, dear readers, don't wait with bated breath for another post because I probably won't be up to it for a week or so. I will be far too busy seducing Italian Gino in transit from Bilbao to Logroño (he's giving me a "ride", so what if Kate's in the car?!), working my way through the southwestern quarter of Europe and cavorting in the gay bars of gay Par-ee (backrooms? thanks, but no thanks)!

Finally, I'll depart with a backdrop of the orgasmic yet sugary-sweet lyrics of my life's theme song (at least for now). I give you the gold-leafed words from one of my favorite men (despite his penchant for the Spice channel and Love Hewitt)...

Intro
This is a song about talkin' to the person you haven't even met yet. Maybe they're rollin' around in the hay with someone else, but they're not as good as you'll be -- you just gotta wait your turn! She's out there, he's out there, they're just learning what to contrast you against.

Love Song for No One

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me