help a brotha out

i was just trying to get registered for my classes for next semester. it is late, i realize this. stupid internet registery thing says i need approval to take the class i need to take. what a gay. i got into the other one though. so thats ok. and my last two grades somehow are a 70 and an 80. so my parents still love me. i met the other half of mike's family this weekend and stayed with him two nights at his mom's house in kingsville. it is right by a golf course. joe came and got us on sunday and drove us to grosse pointe, where some drama ensued. i got to meet ida, kaysie's bosnian cousin, whose life is so hard. we went bowling at the garden bowl and i got two strikes and a spare, which is a lot better than i normally do. we met a homeless guy named larry and he was pretty funny and also crazy. hurrah. the bunnies are so cute but they made a big mess on the balcony. naughty bunnies!