9.15.02
I’m
so scary
Last
night Chris and I went out to see Hello Goodbye at Chain Reaction, and while I
had thought Ryan might have wanted to show his face, he, in fact, didn’t. But
that’s ok, because Chris and I don’t need Ryan to provide entertainment. Well,
at first we did, but once Chris and I got chummy, everthing was a-ok. Chris
bought Jimmy Fallon’s CD for me, and damn, that guy is so hilarious. I’ve been
playing it for everyone, and they agree that it’s quite hilarious.
Well,
first off, Hello Goodbye was the shit, I mean, they were just rocking the
house, playing all their best stuff. They did have some problems with crowd
surfing and well, some guy threw his boxers onto the stage, which prompted one
of the roadie type guys to put it on and nothing else…and I think I’ve seen
enough public male nudity for one week. It was pretty fun, though. They know
how to rock.
After
that, a group of sub-par performers came up, from the band Houston (from
INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. FOR THE LOVE OF THE LORD) which sounded like a crapass
version of Incubus (they still had three fans) to Melee, which I had heard was
good, but they turned out to be merely ok. There was this one guy there, who we
called “beehive boy” because he was wearing a beehive wig…and he was obviously
stoned off his ass. He puts his arms around Chris and I and starts to ask us
how we were, so I put my own arm around him, and he gets creeped out and
leaves. Chris thought he was one of the smile band members, but it turned out
to be just some guy who was really stoned. Then smile came up, and they were
too emo for my taste, so Chris and I left. Chris had to be home, so I couldn’t
see Emily (my apologies) and we got Del Taco really quickly, and then got lost
on the way home, but we did eventually make it.
Now,
the adventure really began as I got back to the dorm, and was assaulted by a
quite bored Erika and eventually Michael, so we went back to the room and put
on some Fallon and some Save Ferris and danced for a while, and Rami showed up,
and the fun began. It turns out that I’m known as the loud frosh by the dorm,
or at least the suite, and Rami didn’t believe I was that loud, so I started to
yell at him, and he started laughing so hard he fell down, and his stomach was
aching, it was hilarious.
After
he got up, and him, Erika and Michael stopped laughing, we danced a bit more,
and I took a soujourn outside to the balcony, where they locked me out. There I
was, outside, on the balcony. By myself. I sat down on the chair out there, and
just looked in. Inside the room, Rami was laughing like a little girl, and
Erika left. She showed up again a few seconds later and went to the other
balcony, where she was locked out. Then Rami came back and started staring at
me outside, with my demure smile. He was pointing and laughing when I leapt up
and scared the HELL out of him, yelling and clawing at the door. He fell
backwards and started laughing.
They
let Erika, and she started watching me from inside, and I, once again jumped at
the glass screaming, causing her to almost pee her pants in fright. So
hilarious. They eventually just opened the door for me to come in, but I sat
there, letting Rami (who locked me out) get antsy and stand at the door looking
in…then I jumped for him and chased him out of the suite. What a night. A half
hour later, and we went to bed.
My
birthday is tomorrow, and Emily is showing up! Woooooo! I’m so excited. I miss
her. I mean, scaring the shit out of everyone is great but…(awwww…Michael just
put on “Brown Eyed Girl” Emily is my brown-eyed girl.) I miss my female.
9.14.02
annoying
girls
I
think the most annoying thing ever is when people don't get the fact that
you're trying to do work, or at least some semblance of work, or that they're
really annoying and you want them to leave, but they are oblivious. This seems
to happen around my roomate Mike. Mike, by himself, is a pretty damn cool guy,
but because he wants girls so badly, there are always the lowest of the low
girls hanging around the goddamn room, and they're annoying. Ugly, desparate
geek girls are quite annoying.
Ok,
now, onward and upwards. I'm so busy these days. Tomorrow, I have to write an
essay, and do some coolass chemistry. I finished pretty much all of my other
work, well, as much as I'm going to do it today, and tonight, I'm going out to
see hello goodbye with the gang, and then afterwards, someone better damn well
drive me over to emilia. I need to see her. I'm getting kind of antsy without my
emily.
I
hope everyone else is doing well (STOP TALKING ABOUT ANIME IN MY ROOM, RETARDS)
and I hope that things are getting better for people who need to have things
going better for themselves. I need some del taco.
I'm
sorry if I'm rambling, it's just that I'm trying to keep my head on straight, I
think I need to go and beat super metroid, I've gotten so close to beating it,
I'm outside of tourain, and next up is Mother Brain. Whoa. I need to stop
writing when I'm retarded and annoyed.
9.09.02
“ah...crap”
- mike
Well,
I'm finally going to update again, because I have a lull in the evening, where
I know I should do more work, but I want a little break, and the dryer is
currently making my clothes nice and toasty.
Where
should I start?
Homework
is quite hard. I've gone from no work to suddenly having a metric assload of
work, and it's not amazingly pleasant, it's just a challenge. I like
challenges, however. So, I like this. Even the humanities class will eventually
be more challenging, but right now, it's a breeze. Tomorrow night, I go and see
The Thirteenth Warrior with the class...jeez, eaasssssyyy. I think the hardest
class for me to grasp is the calculus, and the physics is the easiest, and the
chem is the most relearning. CS doesn't meet enough to be difficult, and is
actually really fun.
Oh
hey, I got the watch to start working, so I'm going to upload pictures of
people and then put a little blurb about them...so the world outside of my own
can understand the world inside of my own.
This
is an addition type deal, here. I totally forgot, like a stupidhead, that Emily
came by, picked me up, and took me to a rocking ozma concert. I love that girl.
I had a great time, because mostly ozma is so awesome, and I really have missed
Emily among my other friends. I’ll see her next on my birthday, which, if you
had forgotten, is next week.
Chris
came by, and I realized that what I was doing at HMC is basically a more
expensive version of what Chris did last year. I mean, I one-up him with the
dorm atmosphere, but he makes up because of the inexpensive cost. I still envy
chris and others for being a year ahead. Bastards.
Anyways,
I'm totally going to bed because I need to wake up for PFD tomorrow, and run
around like a goddamn bastard. Night night.
I
hope Samantha is doing well up at Davis.
9.03.02
chris,
an apology
http://www.geocities.com/gammacles/Journal01.html
Well,
I was going to let it lie, but I have to first apologize to Chris because
apparantly in a tired stupor I managed to totally and completely insult him
where I was actually trying to be sarcastic/humorous. You see, I joke a lot,
and when you can't hear my actual voice, you totally can think different things
about what I mean. I really didn't mean that all.
Anyways,
Chris, I'm keeping my eyes out for attractive girls who want to see Ozma with
you, but you totally need to get a girl to go with you.
Hey,
the homework today, was like when you’re 8 and you get back from summer, and
you totally fucking forgot that whole subtraction deal, and you’re all scared,
and the homework was like “28-9=?” and then it turns out to be easy, but you
cry like an 8 year old. I’m tired.
I
need to go to bed. I first needed to apologize to Chris. I love you, man.
9.02.02
for
the first time in two years
Ok,
long update. I'm going to write to get into the writing groove, especially
since I have a class bright and early tomorrow, My first Physics Class. I'm so
damn excited.
First
off, the last few days have been quite hectic, I think that Orientation has
provided a wealth of really great moments and new friends, but an equal amount
of frustration with really retarded seminars and the like. I'll go over some
highlights:
1)
In the Student Issues Seminar, I volunteered for the "Gaym" which was
a fun activity where I had to rate six HMC upperclassmen on their sexual
orientation. I immediatly spoke out saying that what this really was was a
"Gay Price Is Right" and so suddenly, they rename it. Gaym sounded
dumb anyways. I did terribly, identifying the guy who was totally homosexual as
heterosexual all the way, it was a great little experience.
2)
I went to a dance with Erika from down the hallway, over at Scripps, and it was
the day after the Reno Night dance at HMC, meaning that I totally and
completely exhausted myself. When the rhythm gets in me, I'm a dancing machine.
Ok, I'm just someone who really can look like an idiot and not care. Anyways,
Erika is pretty cool, her roomate too, and with Mike and Michael and me, we're
the frosh in this suite.
3)
Same night as Scripps dance, the upperclassmen decided to wake us up at like,
2:30 in the morning (of course, I had just stayed up) and herd us around the
campuses, singing a M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E themed song (H-A-R V-E-Y
M-U-Double D) and waking everyone else up, it was fun, especially when
we water ballooned the Scripps girls. Oh, memories.
4)
Last night, we had a Talent Competition I won't get into, but everyone says I
did well even though I didn't. Moving on, the Scrippsies decided to run through
our campus singing and we promptly dumped entire buckets of water on top of
them from our 2nd floor balcony. Ah, Scripps.
Emily
is all worried about me, because I've been so busy and because the network kept
dying, well, anyways, if you see Emily, give her a hug and tell her it's all
right, because I still love her. She's taking this much too hard. I'm only 30
minutes away. weeeeeee.
Well,
now, I thought this was going to be long, but eh. Oh! My schedule. Tomorrow,
and Thursday, I'd normally have a really fun PE class at 7:30, but starting
next week. Then from 9 - 12:00 I'm filled up with a
Physics/Chem/Calc/Humanities rotation, and then finally later on a few
stragglers like Chem Lab and CS LAb and Physics. Thursday is pretty cool, as is
Wednesday, ah damn, I'll just put up the schedule later.
Anyways,
nigh night everybody.
What
I’m listening to: That’ll Be the Day, Buddy Holly
What
I’m reading: my overly expensive text books
What
I’m playing: Mario Tennis
What
I’m thinking: <I hope people like me.>
8.30.02
Dancing
Queen
Harvey
Mudd Move-In
Today,
I moved in. Elaborate, eh? Well. Hrm. I guess, right now I'm sitting between
Mike and Michael. I think I'll describe what they're doing, and let you be the
judge of their personalities. Michael, Alabama Michael, who's father is
<gasp> British, is right now, coding. The Uber-Geek is over here running
Visual C++ (the extra plus is for love) and having a grand ol time, apparantly
soaked into some sort of techno song. Once I get to the point where I can get
online, I'll be more absorbed, but online isn't until tomorrow at 4. Well,
Friday, 4 oclock. This goes online, of course, AFTER that point. Anyways, San
Diego Mike is engrossed in the amazing AOL startup, trying his darndest to cope
with his newfound online powers. I'm jealous, quite jealous, but that's a-ok,
we all are. His proctor broke some rules and let him get his info a
tad...bit...early. Anyways, I'm chilling here trying to look useful/smart and
failing at both, typing, missing home already, blargh.
My
day?
Woke
up far too early, dumped all my stuff into the car(s), swang by and picked up
emilia, and scooted on over to my dorm. I sit here, surrounded by kitsch (good
lord my desk looks like a female Cathy-loving cubicle dwellers refuge, my desk
is just covered in robots and bobble-heads...hopefully it'll take up some
semblace of order. Michael just informed me that his terrain wasn't split the
way he wanted it to, and went back to coding. Weeee! Mike just informed me that
he was using the wrong keyboard.
weeeeee.
We've
done a lot, I said good-bye to emily, and damn, I miss her, and I guess I'm
sorry for not being more receptive, because I'm kind of scared/antsy and...I
miss you. She gave me a wonderful framed grouping of pictures of various stages
of our relationship to pine over. I love that girl.
I
think I need to be off to bed, because I gotta wake up around 8ish to get down
to eat some breakfast with the new physics profs, and I gotta get into the
waking up early groove. So, I'm going to bed. You guys keep me in
prayers/thoughts/death lists. See you when I finally get a lock on the
information superhighway.
What
I’m doing right now: Sleeeeeeping.
8.24.02
you
can’t play hitler’s harmonica
Yesterday
we celebrated the amazing Chris Francis' 19th birthday in grand style. Aside
from some attendance setbacks, Chris, Ryan Q, Samantha and I did get together
at my house to play video games, which was wholly good, because I learned from
more sources that if there's a chance for someone to lop off my ego in video
games, that chance will be seized.
Anyways,
we went out to Del Taco for a huge, 20 dollar orgasm of Mexican Food, and the
lady running the drive-thru window was "either deaf, or retarded,"
and so we had to leave my mom's Green VW beetle to go inside, abandoning the
safe haven of N'Sync for the interior of Del Taco, where we got glares from the
employees. They stiffed us on special tacos, and so Ryan and Samantha went back
to get more food.
Bad
move.
Ryan
comes back, there's been an altercation between him and Samantha, blah blah
blah, everything turns out ok over a few games of Perfect Dark. Any game where
Ryan can call me up an elevator shaft, then tell me to hold down the left door
while he reloads, allowing me to knife him in the head, that's my kind of game.
After
this, we all piled up mage knight stuff and went over to Ryan's, where the
second half of Chris Birthday Bonanza 2002 occured, and Samantha and I got off
two games while Ryan and Chris pussyfooted around for like, two hours. When we
left, Chris had the major upper hand, and Ryan knew it, but was bluffing. If
Ryan won, woe be to Chris.
Today,
I mowed the lawn, did some more packing, and then emily's mom and dad took us
both out to chili's, and wished me a happy going away to college...they are
such wonderful people. Emily is lucky to have such a great family. I wish emily
would warm up to my own, but eh, she probably won't get a huge chance anymore.
Afterwards, we watched Rat Race and The Usual Suspects, and while both are
great movies, I don't think I recommend seeing them back to back like that.
It's kind of wacky. I think they should combine the two movies...and Kevin
Spacey could be in both...ah, wow, what a horrible thought. Anyways, I'm going
to go to bed. Tomorrow, church. Everyone say prayers for everyone else going
out to college, and for any problems anyone might have. Thanks.
What
I’m listening to: the spinning fan.
What
I’m reading: my to do list, which isn’t to done.
What
I’m playing: Super Metroid, or at least on my birthday. My friend’s sending me
a copy. w00t.
What
I’m thinking: <trust. Everything will be ok. Thanks, God.>
8.21.02
you
can’t spell pain without spain
Well,
I'm going to post, because I'm pathetic, and need to get back in the habit, or
else I'll explode. And damn, the world without me is one terrible terrible
thing.
In
the me files, on Monday, I celebrated my last day of work before school by
having friends over and playing video games. We ended up cementing the fact
that I blow big steamy chunks at video games, but that's nothing really new. I
guess being the video game aficianado, I should probably strive to do better,
so as to not be a huge embarrassment to what I feign to enjoy, but I think that
video games, to me, are just another, more enjoyable way to trash talk with my
friends. Oh, and fondling large plastic controllers.
Yesterday,
Disneyland, all day. It was crazy, I haven't done that in a while, but there we
were, park hopping, generally having a great time. Emily was cute as ever, and
we were with Tyler and his girlfriend Kristi, once again, they proved to be
quite amicable, and when we weren't talking about vomit, we had a nice time.
America,
the band who sings a few of my personal favorites, also played last night, and
while I was excited going into the show, it turned out that they're old, and
their music, while it was good at one point, has gotten stale to the men.
California Adventure needs to get ozma to play. That would rock.
I
also bought aviator sunglasses. Damn, sexy. Damn. I had girls checking me out.
Which drives emily crazy. <insert sly smile>
Oh,
and little known fact. Once you get going fast enough in the teacups, if you
lean into the direction of the spin, like, lean over, you can get going at
astronomical speeds. Like, I was so close to vomiting...the rest of the night I
was sick. Wow.
Anyways,
today, I did NOTHING, ALL DAY. I actually spent a large portion of the day
playing Street Fighter and generally sucking. Ryan came over, and we [editor:
I'm removing this to protect the future]. It was worth it, only because we
really learned if Ryan was ghey or not.
Anyways,
tonight I go to bed. Sooner or later, I'll try to insert some more funny into
these, or else more penis. Yay! I'll turn into a porn site! wee!
Ok, if this doesn’t work,
just type a “?” after it, and it will, trust me. Like, “AviatorRubixs.JPG?”
8.15.02
sex
reminds her of eating spaghetti
ok,
quickly now. I am taking these little mini-quizzes, refresher courses in
calculus for Harvey Mudd, and whammo, I forgot a LOT. Anyways, wish me luck, as
I have 15 of the bastards to do in two weeks. I really forgot how much I love
math, though.
I've
been with emily a lot, and samantha yesterday, but mostly emily. Samantha and I
hung out and just messed around, online, she made a wallet out of duct tape
(REAL duct tape) and I played video games.
Anyways,
today, I went to a Salvation Army and bought some SNES games, so now, for the
first time in forever I can play Street Fighter in the comfort of my own home
and suck, hard. Someone, some sensei, teach me the ways of the SFII:Turbo.
Disneyland
tonight, emily and I always have fun at Disneyland. Tonight, there was a little
kid named Kevin about to go on California Screamin', and he wanted to sit up
front so I tell him the back is hardcore, and his mom says that the middle is
also cool, but then, he gets up to the front, and says: "I want the
front." Little bastard.
Ok,
night all.
What
I’m listening to: Right now, daft punk. Earlier, Ben Kweller. MUSICAL GENIUS.
What
I’m reading: Calculus Online!
What
I’m playing: Zombies Ate My Neighbors
What
I’m thinking: <CIVAL WAR? Disneyland, learn to spell.>
8.14.02
Why
don’t I ever update ever?
Finally,
an update. Yes, It's been what, a week? Geesh. I'm sorry guys. Ok, well, most
of you have heard about my life, going to weezer (an amazing show), and
working, and going to Harvey Mudd...all in all busy, and just kind of strange.
I
went and saw Samantha last night, and she was working, and had her hair up, and
I think that if there were a retail olympics, I might beat her, but she shows
many signs of promise. Gah, I can't believe I'm comparing us as retail sales
persons, I hate myself. Anyways, we had break in her parking lot, in a
quintissential movie scene. Like, it's creepy how easily our lives could have
been turned into a movie, right then and there, moving carts into the store,
the large lesbian boss overlooking us both.
Oh,
and to clarify, weezer wasn't just good, they were phenomenal.
Oh,
and emily is still the best girlfriend ever, especially when you come home from
a day at Harvey Mudd. I had an ostrich hamburger, and ostrich tastes a bit like
turkey. Ostrich Burger = yum.
Tonight,
I went over to Ryan Quinn's for a Mage Night, which turned out to be Legend of
the Five Rings night, with Jim Fingal (The Fingler), Chris Francis (The Mage
Pimp), Ryan Quinn (The Marijueener) and me (that Astrophysicist was CUTE). It
turned into a vengeful, spiteful Attack Ryan-fest, with us all ganging up on
him, then with Jim wiping me out, and Chris and Jim battling for a Jim victory.
Fun game. Then out to Del, where we decided that if Ryan Quinn's penis started
ejaculating pot, he'd be rich and satisfied. People would come far and wide to
suck him off, and so Ryan would be happy, and he could store the pot in little
condom dime bags and then sell them, and guys would make him do it inside their
rectums so they could smoke it from there...and yes, that's a gross thought,
but remember we were discussing it over del taco. It was so great.
Then
back to Ryan's, where we watched Upright Citizen's Brigade (SUCK IT, DOLPHIN!)
and a Natalie Portman guest appearance on David Letterman where she said, a
quote here "that astrophysicist was CUTE!", and joking or no, I'm one
step closer...to having emily completely dump me. Oh jeez.
Anyways,
I'm going to go to bed, because this update sucked.
What
I’m reading: Minority Report and Other Short Stories
What
I’m listening to: Clarity. Oh wow. It’s still amazing.
What
I’m playing: I was playing the Mario Sunshine demo. Oh damn I totally forgot,
my boss let me borrow the demo for the game, in English, and it is so amazing.
I’m so annoyed about my gamecubelessness come release date.
What
I’m thinking: <I love Emily more than natalie portman, even if nat-nat said
she thought astrophysicists could be hot. I’m emily’s. emily’s always known
astrophysicists are sexy.>
8.07.02
wings
on an analogy
addendum:
point. I had an epiphany (ryan, shut your head) about points. Yesterday, the
gedanken with the points was wrong, since there are an INFINITE number of
points inside your brain, and inside of mine, and so, an infinite number of
caring points, as well. I mean, you can also point out an infinite, but larger,
number of uncaring points, but the point (har har har) is, I was either using
an incorrect analogy, or my analogy just sprouted wings and flew away.
oh,
and there are hot girls here: http://www.makeoutclub.com/
8.06.02
warning,
reading this might be vomitous.
In
this little world, we all take too much offense at wrongdoings, we all talk to
much about what we want and not what we have, and we waste too much time with
ourselves.
I
think, starting with me, we need to get over whatever it is that we're not
getting over.
I'm
going to suggest a point. A single point in the universe. Imagine that point,
now think about it. That point doesn't care at all about you. At all. Nothing
at that point, really cares about you. Well, unless that point lies somewhere
in your brain, or maybe your parents/friends/girlfriend's brain. Now, think
about the almost limitless amount of points you could think of, and think about
the scope of the points that care. This is not a lesson in feeling alone and
helpless, this is a lesson in feeling not so self-full. Yes, all you have is
yourself, but the more you dwell, and the more you fester, the less valuable
your only property is.
The
reason I study the stars is because I want to be one. (((to increase my sphere
of importance))).
Gobledygook? Maybe.
I
worked all day today, and not at all yesterday. I've been playing Jet Force
Gemini, and I went to Disneyland, and I'm slowly coming to the realization that
the more I hear my friends whine, the more I realize how much whining I've done
myself, and how it all really doesn't matter. Sure, your life might be in the
shithole, and I do care, and you can place me in that group of caring points, but
I'm little. You shouldn't worry about me caring, you should worry if the
universe cares. (Hint: it doesn't.)
The universe
doesn't care.
Ok,
enough talking like Samantha, and now onto the key points of today, summarized
for you. 1) I talked with Michael Coupland. He's a CS guy, and passionate about
coding. Weeee! 2) Went to Disneyland, and didn't have to hear any crap about
any crap all morning. No complaints, just talk about geeky stuff. I'm starting
to hate complaints. 3) Work, work work work work work work work work work work
work break work work work work. 4) Sleep.
In
one month, I won't have time to think about anything else but school, so enjoy
the nirkevana while I'm here. All I want for my birthday, is to know my friends
are starting to progress. Let's hope.
8.03.02
psuedoschizophrenia
I
just finished microserfs. Unlike Signs, which I saw last night, it had one of
the best endings for a book I have ever read. It was good, really good. Like,
I'm a geek for almost starting to cry good. And it got me thinking about dumb
things. Interesting to me, dumb to everyone else.
I've
been thinking a lot tonight. It was a thinking evening. I was home alone, well,
with Naoko, and I was reading, and playing video games, and surfing the
information superhighway and thinking about why I do what I do and surround
myself with what I do. Toys, video games, books, magazines, video games, music,
lots of things, things I really like. For different reasons. I mean, it's odd,
I wish I could write down everything I own, like, and put that list somewhere
to find out if anybody else owns stuff like me, and I could talk to them. You
are what you own. What you surround yourself with. I was going to do something
with emily, but she went out for the evening so I got the night to myself,
parents at a party, robert at knotts (boo).
I
worked all day, today and yesterday. Well, last night I took emily to see
signs, but other than that, that's what has happened to me in the last few days
of any interest. At work, I worked. Work is so weird. Because it's so odd that
so much trust is being placed in so many people in the retail world, and their
man-hours are compensated in a strange way, at least to martians. If martians
decided to come to earth, they'd probably wonder why some people were paid so
much for so little, and others so little for so much. Teachers. Basketball
Players.
I
think that my favorite moment of today was when I remembered that my dad had a
car in the garage, and it was like, 11:30, and I decided to go to Del Taco
really quickly. Emily had called, and invited me over, but I had forgotten
about dad's car, and I didn't want to repeat a few weeks ago when I had
surprised her too late and she was not amazingly happy at my visit. gah. So, I
went to Del Taco. And I spent the entire car ride talking to myself. The entire
ride. Just talking about things, about my life, about how I was doing, about
plans for my future. I'm a really good listener. I ordered two tacos, one red
69 cent bean and cheese burrito, and an order of chili-cheese fries.
Came
home, Naoko was watching a little orphan annie show on VHS in her room, I sat
and read and ate, and then my family came home and trudged upstairs, and I
finished the book and now I'm here.
I'm
tired, I get a scholarship tomorrow. And then work again. I feel so lonely
right now. I guess it's because it's so quiet in the house I don't think I can
talk to myself without waking up the parents. Today is a day where I talked to
myself more than I talked to anyone else.
In
a nod to Chris, today's quote of the day was when Chrunck told me to push on my
stomach to make myself hungry again, and I said that that would be a swell way
to kill my baby. I'm going to hell.
What
I’m reading: Not much right now. Finished microserfs.
What
I’m listening to: Latin Jazz. Weeeee.
What
I’m playing: Well, Jet Force Gemini again.
What
I’m thinking: <a question to ask yourself. What’s the best thing you’ve ever
done for someone else?>
8.01.02
let’s
get dangerous
Today
was a one of those day days. Like, one of the days you look back and realize
that you could have done something more productive, something that moved life
forward in an interesting matter, but specifically didn't.
I'm
having a good week.
I've
been working nights, which is fun, because all of the wacky nuts come at night,
and while most of the children, who liveeatbreathe Yu-Gi-Oh are also there, bad
English in tow, I can survive, because I can clown around with the other
associates. Last night it was with Saul, and tonight with Ricardo and Carlos.
Tonight,
I walked in the store and it smelled like ass. I walked into the backroom and
Ricardo was laughing, because the source of the odor was a kid who kept
cramming his pants up his butt...you really would probably be better off not
knowing about it, but we kicked the kid out, and the smell went away. People
were complaining, and people thanked us for kicking him out. Later, we called
Suncoast across the way to warn them as he went into their store, and then, a
few seconds later, he was kicked out again!
I
love messing with kids minds. Kids will play on our X-box or GameCube demo
units for literally hours, and in an act of quiet mischeviousness, I'll use the
remote to turn the TV off and then say it's because your quarter ran out, or
because the game shuts off when too many idiots play it, or that it was a
mature game and realized you weren't mature by how you were playing the game,
and they believe me. Kids are stupid. People are stupid. I can't believe how
many people would rather ask the price of an item when the price is staring
them in the face, or will ask a question even though I just told them the
answer. I guess it's like being a teacher, working in retail. Except you're
teaching special ed.
Also,
in Kevin news, I found, to my amusement, that I was talking to two bisexual
people at the same time, and my mind just wandered with what would happen if
two bi people ever made love. No orifice would be taboo.
Speaking
of taboo, I finally purchased it, and whammo, along with it, Jet Force Gemini.
An amazing game, I'm quite excited about it. I'm a video game junkie. My 7
dream Jeopardy categories would be:
-
Nintendo
-
Weezer Songs
-
Disney Theme Parks
-
Crichton Novels and Subsequent Movies
-
Making People Think You're an Ass
-
Ridiculous Game Strategy
-
Microwaveable Meals
In
the Chris saga, apparantly this amazing girl is like, the mecca of girltitude,
and Chris would bask at the mecca if the mecca wouldn't have been on the phone.
In
the Samanthsaga (weee!), well, she's changed from an "Acquire Target,
Wait, Wait, Wait, Target Lost" to "Acquire Target, Bombard
Target" type of girl. And there are results! (results!)
In
the emily saga, tomorrow, driving test. Good, bad, I hope she gets her license,
for the love of God. And we see Signs tomorrow with Robert.
Anyways,
Chris and I played Mage Knight, and I assembled a terrible TERRIBLE army and
still managed to carve a dent into Chris, and while he won, I can honestly say
I played with Wood Golems and Marsh Zombies to a great effect.
And,
to bed I go.
What
I'm listening to: Beulah, The Aristocratic Swells
What
I'm reading: Microserfs, Douglas Coupland
What
I'm playing: Jet Force Gemini, Donkey Kong
What I'm thinking: <IH8STPD - my license plate>
