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So it's Thursday...
Only a few more days of my last school vacation ever.

The weatherman says it's going to be 65 degrees outside. Should make for a nice afternoon to walk around the city.

Anyway, I had a great time in Athens this past weekend. Every time I go down to OU, it's more fun. The teams split the series, so both ended up semi-happy. Friday night was great. Got so hammered.

Saturday was better.

The coach of OU owns a bar, so win or lose, we go there afterwards for a few rounds. While I was there I talked to this girl. This woman was absurdly hot. Had no business talking to her whatsoever. Way out of my league. Turns out she's a Journalism major too, loves watching the party from the outside. Her favorite NY restaurant is the same as mine (totally obscure, funny that we both know it)

Anyway, nothing came of it. I gave her my e-mail and what not. It was just nice, intelligent conversation with a stunning female. One of those, just...nice experiences.

So it got to be closing time and I run into some girl on the street who goes "You're the ref, aren't you?" and I was like "yea" and she takes me to a party at the hockey player's house. Kipper was gonna be there anyway. (My ride)

We go there and I end up on the couch with the random girl, drinking a beer, and her even less attractive friend comes up and starts talking to me.

I was in a bad spot when my goregous earlier companion shows up to rescue me.

We talked a little more. I'm sure I'll never hear from her again.

Then today I was in the office, talking to my ref buddy about Myspace. He suggested I look her up. Guess who I found? God, I'm a stalker.

Oh well...I'm a stalker.

This man however, is a
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