I hadn’t lis­tened to this song in ages. And sud­denly I hear it, and it hits me it per­fectly describes my break. In other news, some­one :cough: told me I com­plain too much yes­ter­day. And I looked back and real­ized I have been pretty… teen angsty… lately. Sorry about that, guys; I’ll try to keep it under con­trol in the future.

So… how was my day yes­ter­day? Woke up extra early… 7:45. It’s get­ting kinda painful. And I expect to be up early and bored, which is sad. Chat­ted online and Xanga’ed it up, of course. Was bored, so I tried to start a rumor about Jackie and Don­ald. I hope no one takes it too seri­ously… it was just a joke because of what Jackie told me about her mini-​line field trip. Vis­ited ran­dom sites for a while. I was going to write them up here, but there’s so many. It seems wor­thy of a sep­a­rate post.

Will went to Son’s place and grabbed a bunch of animé DVDs from him for us to enjoy. Started out watch­ing Midori no Hibi. Good lord, another com­pletely ran­dom animé. I won­der what kinda crack they gotta be smok­ing when they think up this stuff. For those of you who don’t know, this show is about a guy who wakes up one day to find that his right hand has become a minia­ture girl. (Her waist is his wrist.)

I could only watch so much of that before I felt I would go crazy, so back on the com­puter. Drew and Peggy were mock­ing my alleged Xanga whore­ness again. I just gave up. Peggy was so happy, she made it her away mes­sage. ops: Is it really that bad, guys? They com­mented for days, and I just read. It felt… odd. Grabbed the Samu­rai 7 DVD and started watch­ing it on my com­puter as I chat­ted. That show is great. I really had my doubts about a futur­is­tic Seven Samu­rai rip with human heros fight­ing Gun­dams, but eh… it works. And how! I think Kyuzo has never looked more bad-​ass. Oh, I think I invoked Drew’s fury of a thou­sand suns on Has­bro for not mak­ing plushies of the Poke­mon he wanted.

Got invited to a kick-​back at Genie’s, so I decided I should do them a favor and shower before I go. And no, Mommy Van… I was NOT actu­ally so dirty I was con­stantly scratch­ing myself. After the shower, my hunger hit me like a sack of bricks to the groin, so I asked around to see if any­one wanted to go eat with me. No one replied, though, except for Mommy Van, who was already eat­ing. She invited me over to share her home-​cooked food, though. Mmm… com tam! It was so good. Thanks, Mommy! Too bad she ques­tioned my man­hood while I was eat­ing. Maybe I shouldn’t have told every­one about the frog purse. :shrug:

Back home and my sis­ter reminded me I had to make a web­site for my uncle to try to sell his house. It sucked. I’ve been pro­cras­ti­nat­ing on it all week, because I just haven’t felt like cod­ing lately. That’s why I got out of CSE; I don’t like cod­ing on cue… I kinda need… inspi­ra­tion. Well, that and fail­ing the insanely hard classes. So I worked on that for a bit. While chat­ting with peo­ple again. Oh… at least twenty peo­ple asked if I was drink­ing tonight. I told them to read my blog, and explained about how Joe, Peggy, and I are wait­ing until we’re all back in town, and we’ll drink our first alco­hol together. Which leads to yesterday’s quote -

“Aw, how sweet. You’re like the Three Mus­ke­teers!”- Donald.

By the way, he was chat­ting with me from a lap­top in his TAPS truck because he didn’t feel like actu­ally work­ing. I could make a dirty joke about that, but instead, I’ll just refer you to a cer­tain scene in Super Troop­ers involv­ing a radar gun. Fin­ished about half of the page by 11, and headed over to Genie’s.

That was a lot of fun. Every­one was already faded by the time I got there. First I played some Con­nect Four with Alice W and Mommy Van. Alice kept beat­ing me by luck of the turn in the endgame, despite being drunk. I got her back in the end, though. After that, we played Truth or Dare Jenga. I had to pre­tend I was Bat­man, and run around the room with a bomb while singing the theme song. And mon­key dance on cue. And lick whipped cream off Mommy Van’s face. And pre­tend I was a fire­fighter strip­per for Alice W. And some more stuff I don’t want to talk about. I wasn’t even the worst off; poor Eddy…

Went home a lit­tle after that when every­one got tired of watch­ing me embar­rass myself. Worked on the web­site for what seemed like ages. Again, while talk­ing to peo­ple. Mostly Peggy. She kept try­ing to dis­tract me with pic­tures of her “very very pretty” friend. Finally fin­ished and tried to cel­e­brate by watch­ing the rest of Samu­rai 7. There was just too much for me, though. And chat­ting at the same time makes me lose track of the sub­ti­tles. So I decided to call it a night.