I'm feeling lucky?

My fortune cookie read: "A FINANCIAL INVESTMENT WILL YIELD RETURNS BEYOND YOUR HOPES."

So naturally, I was feeling pretty good about myself on the drive to the casino. Too bad I lost $25 at the blackjack table. Then another $25. Then another $20. Oooooh how money just slips out of my hands. But I mean, at least I'm losing money at an Indian reservation and not Vegas, right? We decided that our gambling policy would mean the biggest winner buys the biggest loser breakfast. So at least I got a plate of Denny's best greasy goodness out of it all. Consolation prizes are the best. Anyway, I just tell myself that I'm contributing to the lives of Indian children. I mean, for having his ancestors be oppressed for thousands of years, it's the least I could do to help fund Little Bear's education. Or buy Running Wolf a birthday present, yeah?

I signed up for classes yesterday. Except I must have dropped and re-enrolled for classes at least six times between then and now. I am hardly capable of deciding between carrot and cappuccino cake at the cafeteria. Why anyone would let me decide what to do with my life is beyond me. Anyway, as of 2:59 AM I'm destined to be a Communications/Chinese Studies double major with a minor in Music.

I keep having to resist signing up for a Latin language class, for which I have absolutely zero interest in and no use for. However, I seriously contemplate it on a half-hourly basis, seeing as I am more or less in love with Professor Charles Chamberlain, Greek God. If only all professors were as wonderful/brilliant/humble/charming/wise. But alas. We can't have everything.