Tee-hee.

This was, of course, right after I walked out of the CS class with the senile professor. I was so hungry, tired, and fed up with hearing the same lecture AGAIN, that I walked right past him and out the door. Brian was waiting outside and we got food. Yummy. Hunger solved...now for the tired thing...

We went back to his house, and I started cleaning his pigsty room.

Got a lot of rest.

By the time I reached the bed, I saw his pile of dirty wash, and his clean shirt. Yes, that was singular. Then I started doing his wash. It's not like he asks me to do his wash...I do it on my own. He was actually saying "Jeeze, weren't you just going to clear off the bed and nap? I thought you were exhausted!"

He admitted that I am, in fact, the best girlfriend in the world. I think I'm a fantastic maid...but the girlfriend thing needs a little more work...and some chocolate.

I worry about myself sometimes. I know I have a little bit of a problem with this cleaning thing lately, but it's just so darn useful I'll never bother to get help. I organized his CDs.

I'm a pathetic human being. :)

In other news...my other CS professor told us to screw the last two labs on the list. Now I only have two more labs to do. And the projects.

And the bad news is?

He told us that the "extra-credit project" is actually something we HAVE to do. Oy! Is he TRYING to give me a heart attack? We bitched and whined until it was an extra-credit project again, but if I have time it's such a pithy little thing I might as well do it. All it is is "Take project two and screw with it a little". Pretty easy stuff once project two is done.

But even after that, there's more. And this is where it gets interesting. After lab I needed to get some cash, so I could get change, so I could do wash. So Brian and I went to the Union. Whilst we were frolicking in the Union, all our buddies from the QSU (Queer Student Union) grabbed us and said "You're going!" We barely had time to ask where before they dragged us into a room and made us sit down next to many paper-sculpture thingies. We were going to see Utopia Roaming. A lesbian comedy troup.

What?

Yep, that's typed properly. We got to see lesbian comedians.

Most of it really wasn't all that funny. But they had a few segments that I almost died laughing. One girl put on a three foot high hat and paper things that kept her from bending her arms. Then she sat down at a card table with a paper plate full of marshmallows and started hitting them with a 16-ounce hammer. She did this for a full ten minutes. The marshmallows would bounce off the table and she'd have to get them all off the floor, all without bending her arms, using one hand to hold the huge hat on.

You can imagine it, can't you?

But then I got nervous. I was talking to Brian while they changed stuff around, then I saw him look at something over my shoulder. So I looked. One of the lesbian girls had taken off her shirt, and her mighty bosom was hanging out. She was drawing faces on her breasts. She was tying strings around her nipples.

Me: Brian!
Him: Yes?
Me: She took her clothes off!
Him: Yes.
Me: We're watching a naked lesbian in a room full of gay people!
Him: Yes.
Me: Just checking.

The scene had the neckid girl put her breasts through two holes in a big display thing, and words scrolled by below as one of the other girls pulled the strings. Her breasts had a conversation. Nothing more need be said.

After the show I was talking to Brian and his housemate Brian S. while we all stood next to a punch bowl filled with condoms. Brian S. pulled out one and said "Ribbed, for her pleasure." I giggled. Then he added "Although I'm sure nothing will help." I gave him a face and said "Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it!" He laughed. Before MY Brian could make a face I added "And don't try it or I'll break your legs." With a big smile.

They both laughed. Someone gave me a few condoms. Purple, green, and gold, I think. And a dental dam.

I'm beginning to worry a little.