Are you telling me that Wyoming gets the T-Rex, and we just get a glorified shellfish?
After getting three hours of whisky-induced sleep, I played the part of a good girlfriend this morning and went with David to his shao-lin testing, where it was irrevocably demonstrated that, based on the two people I like the best (Megan and David), I choose friends who are 1) chronically late, 2) far better at driving and understanding directions than I, and 3) fucking terrifying at their martial art/sport of choice. I was impressed out of my mind when I saw Megan fence, but David scared the bejeezus out of me. I don't think the flexibility I'm getting from yoga is going to help me much if we ever get into a epic fight.

In any case, after the test (he went from a yellow to a blue belt), we went to a chinese place with everyone else from his class, including this guy who's studying to be a paleontologist. It was probably the most exciting thing ever for me to talk to him, because I've never met anyone else who was able to carry on an intelligent conversation about dinosaurs with me. He even knew the state fossil of kentucky! It made me nostaligic for the good old days (AKA, birth to roughly sixth/seventh grade) when my only dream in life was to be a paleontologist. I'm sure for the next few days, I'll be doodling dinosaurs all over everything.

When we got back to David's apartment, we took an inadvertant five-hour nap, and I only got up because of English homework. I think I'll sleep well tonight, and maybe I'll dream about dinosaurs or something.