Que Malo once again I am left to sugar my own churros
I had a journal that spanned from 1st grade to my senior year of high school, but it had like 10 entries. I think I should write in my blog everyday so I can have some memories of my rocking college days.
Today I went running and I think I saw a totally hot girl. And here's the weird part she totally wanted me! So I realized something was wrong. I quickly kicked myself in the nuts to make sure it wasn't a dream, and it wasn't because it really hurt! But still something was wrong. Then I found out what it was.
She was Canadian! So I ran away from her as fast as I could, I think I ran the first 5 minute mile of my life (although it probably didn't make sense to run since I was running on a circular track). Thank God it doesn't snow in Texas otherwise she would have iceskated after me.
She didn't even have a hockey stick or anything, how was I supposed to know she was Canadian?
