The quotable Cara Clarke

The quotable Cara Clarke:

"I'm not taking my head out of his crotch."

"I should've just bitten his ass."

"I've taken my head out of his crotch. Now he can get up!" [me]: "Look, he already is!"

"What would you say if I erased your inbox?"

"Boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs vagina."

"Fine! I'll say penis! Penis penis penis!"

"I like to grope my boyfriend's boobs."

"Don't tell me you have ticklish boobs and a ticklish ass?"

"Yes you do take like chicken. With a side of broccolli."

"I'm sorry, I will stop biting your crotch now."

[me:] "Are you a backdoor virgin?" "No. I mean yes."

"I know. I make sexy noises."

"You can never kill our mood."

"nerrr... fuckity fuck fuck"

"Please sir, can I have some more?"

"That went fast."

"Don't do that."

"Oh baby!"

Guess what happened?

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. GET YOUR CHIN ON THE CURB.

I AM A PIRATE.

Yeah, I pirated the FF song, Stacked Actors while I was trying to get myself a ringtone. It didn't click that I'd pirated it until a bit later. Whoops? Still, these people make millions, and one dollar less won't kill them.

Moving on from my accidental (?) crimes, Eric left today. Bye eric! On the return trip from dropping him off with his relatives, I managed to get a pair of dress shoes, converse all stars, six pairs of ankle socks, three black regular socks, a shirt, gears of war 2, and a guide to the GOW2 map packs, all while trying to secure some nice shoes for the wedding and a pair of running shoes. Note the lack of running shoes.

I also finished Epic this week. Good book, ending was decent, if not particularly suprising. At least deaths added flavors.

And as long as I brought GOW2 up, I should note that while I covered like half of the campaign on normal today, in a few hours, after three online team kill matches, I didn't make a single kill on the enemy. However, I did pretty well in Horde mode, which was pretty much team campaign, just harder.

Anyway.

What do you guys think of piracy? (In general, I mean.) Should the average guy feel guilty for downloading music or should he do it if he so wishes?

Accidentally contributed to a chain of events that broke nick's phone. My bad.

Have to get haircut for wedding. Anyone care?

Sent text message to self last night, right before I fell asleep. Worked very well, idea that I forgot about I now remember. It will be in the next post, I think.

CREEPY DOLL.

Also, I typed in conspiracytheory.com and arrived at the website for pokemon movie 3. No joke.

Anyway, creepy doll is a hilarious video I found on youtube, check it out for a few giggles.

And while you're at it, google "french military victories" and hit "I'm feeling lucky". For those who don't know of the exploit. If you do, tell me in the comments! And any more!

FINE,

I am. :D

Single, too. *wink*.

Anyway, today was spent in me basement, chillin with eric and on the computer. We were supposed to go to the National Seashore, which has waves as big as I am (get your chin on the curb, not like that). Huge. I mean, ten-foot-plus waves sometimes. Gigantic waves that I love to bodysurf on.

However.

My darling mother has taken the day off today, vegging and reading and going on the computer while I remain downstairs doing the same thing, with the addition of compiling a foo fighters playlist. So, no seashore, no bodysurfing, no bikini's, no nothing.

Instead of embracing the ocean that covers 3/4 of our planet, using it to skyrocket myself across the water at speeds rivaling the X-S-1 (I wish. D:) I sit here trying to write a nice long blog post so you people will be happy and not leave angry comments.

So, my dad is a lawyer. He also does this thing on the side, where he makes infomercials so people know what scams dietary supplements are. (Not all, just certain "miracle pills" that are really calcium supplements). He recently got a few nasty emails from the drug companies, which were, I kid you not, a middle finger flying his way, and a pick-n'-mix of expletives. They also visited his youtube channel and gave all his vids one star, as another offense. If you guys feel the need to, drop by one or two of his vids and give them a fiver. You don't have to watch them, just do me and my dad a favor? Help me to help him help people.

My sister and her pet, I mean boyfriend, have gotten a few henna tats recently. I'm jealous and would get one if I had more than $20 to my name. Technically, I owe $15 to my mother, but she seems to have forgotten about that. So lets not tell her, hmm?

Remember that Foo Fighters playlist I mentioned earlier? On my quest to build it, I found M.I.A., a song by, guess who, the FF themselves. Great song, I think.

Also, if you start a conversation with me on FB, don't be offended if I ignore you. I keep it open sometimes when I'm doing other things, so I might not even notice that you're trying to tell me you're pregnant and I'm the father. Wait, what?

Speaking of which, Karen, if you're reading this, I, uh...*

God, its hot down here. I thought the basement was supposed to be cool. Changed into shorts, smelled like barf. Changed into other shorts. Smell like old goldfish. I'll make this work...

Bored to no end now, so I guess this post ends where it began.

*Just kidding, folks! I never went out with a gal named karen!

Okay, so I'm gonna make this one really long...

Since its been two days. Sorry about that, I got lazy.

So, in the course of the last couple days, Eric has arrived, I've fallen in love with music all over again, and lost my virginity.

Those are all true.

Except the last one...

Anyway. The horny munchkins are still at it, and it's more annoying than ever. I have an interesting pic of them sleeping next too each other. WITH CLOTHES ON. Sheesh, get your chin on the curb.

Moving on, I saw Dracula at midnight on Friday (Saturday..?) and it was really good. I've never seen the original work, and even this adaptation (not much change, though I am reliably informed that several characters were cut and one was supposed to die, who didn't). Sort of cheesy,but the insane one's creepy laugh was unnerving.

Today, (later that day..?) I saw The Ugly Truth. Despite my mother not liking it, and Eric hating it, it remains my new favorite movie. Think Hitch, but better. And dirtier. And without the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

Eric arrived friday. We discussed music, video games, life in general, and generally have been dudish. He has also shown me Stacked Actors, a Foo Fighters song that has brought me to love music once again.

So yes, that's all you get. Sorry, little more to blog about.

Mindfuck, anyone?

The below sentence is false.

The above sentence is true.

Also, would anyone be interested in a guest post from Sargeras? I've been considering it for a bit, but I don't know if any of you would like it. Drop by his blog and tell me what you think in the comment box!

Hi, I'm Anthony,

and I had a boring day.

*Others at nerds anonymous* Hi, anthony.

Moving on. I spent most of my day being grossed out at my sister and her boyfriend who are now, even as I type this, making out. Again. Honestly, I know they went 23 days without seeing each other. I know what that's like. But really, this non-stop liplocking is KILLING ME. Whatever.

I spent the rest of my time playing wow. Yes, I'm back on. Casually. For anyone who hates me for it, clearly you don't understand. I am a player and a gamer. Anyways, I spent the last couple days trying to get the PTR (for non gamers, its basically the game, but modified) to work. I finally did. I logged in, and due to the massive amounts of stuff to load, and my internet being average (truthfully fantastic, but loading a city with ~150 people next to me? Not easy.) The first reward I recieved for getting it to work was getting kicked out of the game. I logged in again. And... kicked. Again? Success! Third time is, in fact, the charm.

I also got some new clothes, such as my new shirt (which I'm wearing) that says, next to a red cross, I'm not a doctor, but I'll take a look anyway. :D

I just called my sister horny munchkin. It is the best nickname I have ever come up with. Those of you who are constant readers (I love you all :D) may notice that I constantly attempt to do handstands in the basement. I'm too tall for it. I whack the cieling.

In other news, those of you that follow my personal life may know that I'm going to a wedding. My best friend scott's cousin Roseanna is getting married. This is great for her, (and me. With luck, this will cause Scott's hot other cousin to be in town. Sadly, I'm not even allowed to take a picture of her. He spent a lot of cherry valley telling me how much of a babe she is and how I wasn't allowed near her. Meh, I understand.) but this means I have to cut my hair. Any of you who, well, have met me, will know I do not like haircuts.

So, thats today.

As a parting gift, I give you the latest lonely island hit:

I jizzed in my motherloving pants on a boat with my dick in a box like a boss while listening to a boombox.

HA!

OH WAIT. Quick story, while at dinner, there was a silence. I opened my mouth and a meow involuntarily came out. It was the funniest thing ever.

Also, why is it always "you see things in black and white"? Why not say, "you always see things in red and blue"? Since grey is so confusing. Is it a dark white, a light black? No confusion with red & blue. Dark blue ain't red and light red, pink, is not blue. See?

g'night!

I HAVE FLOWN TO ANOTHER PLANET.

No, not really. Though that reminded me,

I was riding home from Public Enemies with mom. We somehow came to the topic of out of body experiences. She tried to get me to buy into not only them, but also telekinesis. Now, I have no problem with her believing in those (despite the fact that I think they're total bullshit) but she then went on to say she felt sorry for me since my "mind was so closed." Gee, thanks. How nice of you, mother.

Anyway, Mom and Cara are out to Boston today. I opted to stay home since I really don't feel like walking around a city for no reason. Hence, today, I chill. Since I haven't blogged much recently, you should know that this is because not much has happened. Cara's boyfriend of one month (anniversary today) is flying in though, at like 10. Closer to 11, but whatevs. And the airport is two hours away, so I'll have the hours to myself until 1 tommorow.

Plenty of time to capitalize on, if you know what I mean. *Raises Eyebrows*

I can finally finish my book! Oh wait, I finished it. Well, I can start reading another.

In other news, for the first time in years, I'm down to $2o. I always keep a ton of cash around, saving up my $25 allowance each month, but I spent a ton of it on a ton of things, and now I'm down to $21.25. This is not fun. I feel like I'm broke. Seeing a single bill in your wallet is not fun.
Speaking of which, with almost no warning, one day driving to the trash dump, my darling mother doubled my allowance. Woo! Fifty bucks a month! I can afford a social life!

So today, I thought I'd tell you a story.

Its kind of boring, and most of you probably know how it begins. But hey, its a story, its midnight, and I'm a blogger. Hence, story.

So, several generations back, there is a man. I don't know how many generations back from me he is, I just know he's there. He, Thomas J. Clarke, was one of the signers of the Irish declaration of independence. And that's not all he did, either. He was an Irish revolutionary! Standing up to the oppressive (to the Irish at the time) British, working to free his country and his people.

Sounds like a guy to be proud of, right? There's just one problem. I barely know anything about the guy. I know his birth and death dates. I know he was executed by the british for his revolutionary actions. I know he had three kids, and he married his wife in 1901. I know all this from a wikipedia page and a six-paragraph article on an irish independence website.

I don't know what he liked to do, what he thought about, well, anything. Hell, I don't even know how far back he is! I've been trying, for the last few days, to get some kind of info on this guy, but beyond his role in the Easter Uprising, or Easter attack, or something, there's almost nothing about the guy. I want to know who he was, not what he did.

So yeah. Thats the story. How was it?

Anyway, I saw Public Enemies today. Meh. Not quite suckish, but I wouldn't reccommend it or see it again. Johnny Depp, wee. I just didn't like the flick.

I really want to see District 9, who's with me? And of course Holmes and Iron Man 2 (only article I could find, sorry) look great as well.

So, uh, yeah! Be sure to check out the ol' twitter, where I tweet away at least each half hour.

Apollo 11, Guitar, and Maggots (well, that ruined it.)

So, today is the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. As such, the conspiracy theorists are out in force. Hence: I though I'd clear it up.

WE HAVE LANDED ON THE MOON.

Real simple. For anyone who wants to know why you can't see the stars, or why the flag was waving, head here . Real simple facts there, including the deceptive nature of photography and why the flag moved.

Also, any of you who follow me on twitter know, I've been listening to guitar a lot lately. I recommend checking it out, its amazing, especially right around the middle, with the whammy bar. That's my favorite part, I think.

So, one of our trash cans became infected with maggots, and today was trash day. After hauling the bags out, spraying the maggots off with the barely-working hose, and dumping all the trash at the dump, I had to deal with all the maggots in the cans. I drowned them all. It was a bit too satisfying. Hmm. I then had to get all the trash from around the house (yeah, we should have done that first :P ). Of course, we use generic trash bags that are white, all white, and nothing but white, so when I was trying to dump the trash into it, it spilled all over the floor. Few things suck more than having to pick the contents of a trash can off the ground, except when its the trash can of your sister's bathroom. >.<

Lucid Dreaming.

So recently, I've been considering teaching myself to lucid dream. Lucid dreaming is when you learn to know when you're dreaming, and can take control of that dream for your own purposes. I've been wondering though, wouldn't this make sleep a little less restful? Since I would be, in a way, conscious during the dream.

If you'll allow me to quote a few statistics, then you should know that you dream about 80% of the time you're asleep, but most dreams only last 2-6 seconds, despite the feeling they last for hours.

What do you think?

Also, I've added a hit counter to the site, since I really do wonder if anyone reads this thing. I know it might be a little late, but whatevs.

Letdown.

I was looking through a bit of art and poetry I did last summer, while I was artsy and random. and then it hit me: I'm a terrible artist! Which really sucks, since I've had the urge to paint recently, despite the fact its something I've never done it. Or maybe because of that. Practice makes perfect, I suppose.

But nobody's perfect, so why practice?

After roughly three hours almost straight down here, I realized that the other half of the basement is lit, and I'm lit by spillover light. Maybe dad spiked the last bottle of lemonade and didn't tell me.

Speaking of which, I was talking to my mom today, and casually brought up the fact that dad spiked his lemonade. She didn't know, and decided I'm wrong. She's in africa, chillin' in da nile.

I spent some time today trying to get my feet to touch the ceiling. I was successful, and proud. My neck hurts. I am currently running across the basement, doing handstands. One moment. Damn, lost it. That gets your heart rate up.

Talked to cara for like a minute. She was too busy talking to her boyfriend.

Hey, remember the 40 pack of gum I had? I'm still at 27+ packs.

Just played catch with myself, in a basement. I caught one, finally, and punched the sky in success. My fist hit the low part of the ceiling.

Threw ball into wall. No dent.

I just found some ketchup-sponsored baseballs I have. Seriously.

I have hair gel next to my bed... it is not as easy to reach as the toothbrush I forgot to move.

Under the stairs down to the basement: Books, more books, two dusters (one feather, one not), yarn, paper towels, a fan, an upside down electric socket (one of 7 that are upside down down here), a small army of american dolls and the various garmnets associated with them, pieces of something someone built (plastic), bubble wrap, scrunched-up wrapping paper/macy's bag (can't tell), three suitcasses, a beanie babie, two tags, and several sheets of metal. Seriously.

The bed I'm sitting on I watched constructed for my sisters, several years ago in walnut creek.

I come back on the 28th, just so everyone knows. If you're thrilled, comment.

ITS THE FIFTIETH POST SPECTACULAR!

*Party Blower Thing*

*Puts on hat*

Woo! This really isn't an occassion, I just noticed that this the 50th post. It's like a giant circle. Back to where we started, ranting about ex's. With the unforseen additions of 3000 miles and miniature donuts.

And now for something completely different.

EDITED.

On Music:

and the various people who create it. As most of you probably know (thats right, all one or two of you who still read this after last nights post) Eric is in a band. (Eric hentschel, that is). I was watching a music video completely unrelated to his performance at red house (its on facebook) and I realized almost everyone I know plays an instrument. Conor, guitar. Austin, bass, guitar, harmonica, and piano. Chris, drums. Cheerio, drums, piano, and more. Eric, guitar. Cara (my sister) guitar. My dad, guitar. Halley, guitar.

Me, though? Nothing. I can't even play a recorder (those wierd flutes from elementary, remember?). Or a harmonica. Or any instrument. I can't even play "Jolly Old Saint Nicholas" on the piano anymore. I can't sing, either.

On Government:

I know he's new, but I really don't like Obama anymore. His justice department defended prop 8. Hence, I hate em. Plus, the electoral college is the most idiotic system I've ever heard of, making things too complicated for no reason. I really just hate politics in general. May the mockery begin! (I know little about the justice department's decision. This is your only caveat. I do understand the electoral college though. I really think it should be popular vote alone. All men are created equal, right? So why should a californian's vote be worth more than that of a resident of carolina? Or vice versa?)

On Romance:

I've never asked a girl out, and each of the three I've gone out with has dumped me within 5 weeks. I don't know if there's more to say.

On Entertainment:

Comedy is the second highest of the arts. Music comes first. Comedic musicals, of course, are amazing. Did I mention I go to plays a lot? I do. Not like, once a week, but I've seen my fair share of shows. Like Metamorphasis.

On Me:

Well, what is there to say? I'm 5' 10'', like music, making out, and movies. 3 is my favorite number. I blog frequently and have terrible luck with romance. I've been in far too many arguments, and (perhaps as a byproduct) been hit where it hurts quite a few times. I don't like math, or complaining, despite the fact that I do the latter on a regular basis. I'm chatty and damn good looking. I swear, believe in god, and lie on a basis which might be above average, though there's no way to find out, is there? I play video games, and write bios to confuse blog readers, however few may be left.

I never think before I act, and I'm a sucker for a pretty face. I stay up late on weekends, vacations, and in summer simply because I can. I took martial arts for six years, and am decent at it, if not good. I've never been in a fight. I like bodysurfing.

I post what I will because I can, and because it will hopefully be enlightening and (mildly) entertaining.

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo

True. And grammatically correct.

Favorites

In light of the unappealing nature of recent posts, I thought I'd break up the terror with another favorites post (ironically, the last time I made a post like this, I couldn't stop blogging about my ex. Hmm... pattern? Maybe Hegel was right...) about music and things I like.

Hot For Teacher - Van Halen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdQrP4ewXb0
I really love the guitar riff at the beginning (just sort of a solo) and the whole feeling of this song. Rawkin out and happy about it.

Girls and Boys - Good Charlotte
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP6gXv4O7_8
Sadly, its sort of true.

Pinball Wizard - The Who
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AKbUm8GrbM
I play this over and over for hours. No joke.

Wolverine: The Musical!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFutWATCPg0
Funny as hell spoof on Hugh Jackman's recent gruesome flick (which I haven't gotten to see, damnit.)

Buffy vs Edward: Twilight Remixed -- [originial version]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZwM3GvaTRM
This incredibly hilarious masterpiece almost perfectly produces what many anti-twilighters have been yearning for: a buffy vs edward flick that wasn't all stills and text. It is incredibly anti-twilight, so beware, twilighters.

I don't like you! (halo machinima)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs9JQYgOT1s
This hilarious short entails a conversation between two "friends" that goes terriblly wrong. One of my all-time faves.

Machinimadness Stupidity Impulse (halo machinima)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIn60779omY
This even more hilarious short is too simple to describe without spoiling. Essentially, nukes. Done.

Retraction

Ok, in light of my stupid decision, I took down "So, Devon."

Yes, it was stupid.

I really want to apologize to you, Devon.

Hell, I dunno if I should even keep blogging now.

H P Pavillion

It's the story of a young boy, Hippie Pants Pavillion, who survives when a druggie, chronicsnort, attacks his home. His mother and father die, but he survives a lazy stab by the pot head. He bears a scar in the form of a yankee symbol.

Years later, Grumbledore, an exceptionally grumpy wizard and hardcore red sox fan, discovers Hippie and nearly kills him for the blasphemous scar. The series follows Hippie as he discovers his magical powers, makes out with hippie chicks, and experiments with drugs.

So, today, I saw Harry Potter (which I actually call H P Pavillion sometimes) numero 6.

***SPOILER******SPOILER******SPOILER******SPOILER******SPOILER******SPOILER***

So, in short, the wizard world is getting dangerous, and its up to a bunch of horny teenagers and old men to save it from a sick old man named Tom (my internet alias is tom... hmm...). There's hilarious mismatches, make out scenes, morals, and hot chicks. Seriously. Hermionie? Babe.

Anyway, dumbledore DIES. And that sucks. Since he was pretty friggin' awesome (yes, I like the new dumbledore. The old one was, of course, better though.). Pretty basic.

The ultimate letdown is twofold: the lack of a real fight scene and how it just... ends. When the weasely home burns down (which was awesome, by the way) you think you'll get one, but its like, five seconds long. And then, dumbledore gets taken down with no fight. Which was a letdown, since he fought riddle (volde) in V and that was epic.

So, after drako and co. kill dumbledore, after five minutes or so, they see a pheonix flying outside, and then it ends. Bleh.

My fave scene was the christmas party. Potter tells this one guy that the food he's just eaten is dragon balls. He hurls on snape's shoes. :D

That's all I did today. Now, I pull an all nighter with scott for the last night of his visit.

Irony.

I'll get to that in a sec.

Unfortunate realization: that whole "yellow is mellow" thing leads to way too many unflushed toilets. I am not mellow.

Anyway, today, I was talking to this cute girl working at the laser tag place. I sold her my messenger bag (which pissed off my darling mother) for $5, two hugs, and a keychain. I refrained for asking for a kiss since I was going out with Devon. At this point, I already had one missed call. When I called devon back, she dumped me.

Ironic, no?

I'm Single.

Yeah, it sucks.

Moving on,

So today, I went to laser tag. I also played one game of paintball, and got violently owned. Fortunately, I did very well in laser tag (second place most games :D) and that rawked. Not much to say, other than I met a ton of people who will be going to chatham middle (which is in the same complex as Chatham High) and two seniors who I could've sworn aren't.

And I sold my bag for a five bucks, a keychain, and two hugs.

And no, no hard feelings between devon and me. Long distance relationships always suck.

Sun.

Burn. Read on.

Today, I was woken up at seven when my mother stomped downstairs and told me what a pigsty half of the basement (where I've been sleeping) was. Then, I tried to fall asleep, but the dog freaked out since he'd been locked outside, since he'd rolled in dog shit.

Finally, Nicki put an end to it when she volunteered to wash him. She used my hair stuff. So then, I went upstairs and had to wash out the garbage cans, pour packing peanuts, and clean up half of the basement before being carted off to the beach for seven hours. I have a sunburn all over my back.

I bodysurfed plenty though. That rawked.

So, I came back and now I'm bloggin.

A thought occurred to me while I was on the beach: what would a conversation between two goldfish be like?

For instance, assume MANNY and ANNY are in a tank together.

(*food enters tank. MANNY swims toward it*)

ANNY: (see's MANNY swim toward surface) What are you swimming for?
MANNY: I'm getting some food! I'm hungry!
ANNY: Oh, I am as well!
MANNY: You are what?
ANNY: Hungry.
MANNY: Maybe we should get some food then.
ANNY: Why?
MANNY: You're hungry!
ANNY: I am! How did you know?
MANNY: How did I know what?

Etc. In case you didn't know, a goldfish's memory only lasts five seconds.

Purdy Please

Comment! Not on this post, specifically (unless you have some kind of fetish, in which case go ahead) but in general. It makes my day when you comment. Truly. :D

Unfortunate realizations.

So, today, as I noticed something sad and true, a thought struck me. What about a second blog?

Unless I make a twitter account... Hmm.

So I looked at the floor and noted that people will stick gum on any surface, anywhere, school desk or not. And the thought struck me. Another, smaller, less depression-filled blog about sad truths that I come across; ie: gum can and will be on any given surface, at any given time.

What do you think? Does it have potential?

Seperation makes the heart grow fonder.

Exactly the wrong metaphor to use after four weeks of not seeing your girlfriend. >.<

Ok, so I haven't blogged in a few days. But really, me killing a few thousand people in RF:G is the only thing I've done recently. So, I'm changing it up. With this.

So, today I went to bed at 4:30 in the morning. I was playing RF:G with Scott, and she came down and told us to get the hell off. Yeah. Awkward...

So then, I woke up at noon, and managed to miss going to a continental breakfast (god damnit, I could really use that.) I headed upstairs around one, and had some english muffins. And then, I went downstairs to play some RF:G and[blah, blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah]. So later, I was sick of playing halo (and all the goddamn fighting) and went outside to take a nap. Then, my mom yelled at me for not going outside enough. >.< I took a nap. It was really nice.

Then, I tried some special k cereal (mmm, chocolate.) for the first time, and was suprised to learn that it tastes like regular cereal. Now, a handful of tortilla chips later, I'm watching scott "race" Ian and Justin with Chris (in halo). Currently, Ian and Justin are the ones alive, and Chris and Scott are planning a trap to take down the other team.

So then. I come back to Cali in a few weeks. Is it wrong of me to ask one of you to throw me a party? Nothing fancy, just get everyone over so they can appreciate my awesomeness? Because that would be frickin' awesome. Anyone want to throw me a party?

I wanna rawk out!

Really bad. >.<

So, today, scott and I slept in till noon. That was a great way to start the day. Then we played some xbox. Something happened between 1 and 5, but christ, I can't remember, so it can't have been terribly exciting. At five, we went to dinner, where I was a verbal punching bag for everyone, and then we went to a baseball game. Except cara.

The game was [mildly] neat. We got ice cream, didn't win a raffle, and left after, in the 7th inning, it was 5-0, visitors (we root for the home team). So, we came home, I hopped on live, and discovered Ian and Chris smacking each other to bits. I joined in. Hilarity ensued. Scott was there too. Anyway... I got bored, and so now scotts beating chris at halo and I'm blogging.

I noticed, today, how much I miss devon. I couldn't shut up about it, whiny little jerk that I am. I'm also a bit cranky, since I watched a movie today, and it wasn't as old as I hoped. Anyone who's seen The Seven Samurai and its western remake, you know what I mean.

I've been watching Top Gear a ton now, and I've noticed: I know nothing about cars! Too bad I don't care enough to learn.

So, halley. When does my see's candy arrive?

Anthony

hasn't talked to Devon in a while. :(

Look.

I thought the last post was funny. :(

Anyway, today, at 3 o'clock there was supposed to be an event. I was told (by the staff) that a certain game would be updated, as it is each week. We were told that there would be cutscenes, dialogue, etc. So, at three, I (along with 10,000 others) logged in for the event. An hour later (no joke) nothing had happened, except a few moderator messages (I assume) meant to be funny was all we had gotten. Then they announced they were restarting the servers for the release (finally!). So, thirty minutes later, they were back up, and it turned out we had to repeatedly click a button to "help" cast the "spell" (fantasy game. Yeah, I was that bored.) Another 10 minutes later, a lame cutscene appeared, and we had moved the town. Thrilling.

Worst. Two hours. Ever.

That was this afternoon. This morning, I played live a bit with Chris (we met a pair of modders. I hated em.) I got off, and watched a bit of TV (half asleep the whole time). I also read a book. Thrilling day so far.

In other news, Nicki & Co. are stil not here. >.<

My dad's at the beach. I'm home alone and my humor is being insulted.
Not a great day.

POST ABOUT SHANNON

and you thought I was done with them. >:)

See's, gaming, movies, and plans, Oh My!

Caveat: I'm going to have nothing to blog about tomorrow. You can blame Halley.

So, a few days ago, I was discussing candy with my dad, and how great see's is. I asked if there was a local store, and he said we should check online. There isn't one on the entire east coast. >.< It's a west coast chain. The farthest east they go is Illinois. Please mail me some see's.

So, I'm a gamer. This doesn't mean I spend each waking moment thinking, planning, and discussing games. No, that's a nerd and/or geek, depending on how they dress. A gamer plays video games, plans to purchase ones to come out, and may partake in discussions and appreciation of said game/games. So, there's this one game I've been wanting, red faction: guerrilla. Basically, its your standard futuristic "liberate from " kind of deal. So, I played the demo (more than a dozen times) and went online to learn about the multiplayer and badassery of the actual game. I discovered a montage/music video of gameplay. I'm kind of worried though, since I'm about to hit replay for (literally) the tenth time. Or more. Dangit, that song is REALLY good, and so is the player. Damn.

Now, today, I saw The Princess Bride for the first time, ever. That was a classic. If you have seen it, you know what I'm talking about. If you liked Robin Hood: Men In Tights (or a more well-known of the genre, Monty Python and the Holy Grail) you'll like it. As this encompasses the general populus, I demand that you go and see it. (The appropriate response is: "As you wish.")

So, tommorrow, Scottyboy (Scott Whitney, my bro since Kindergarden), Nicki (my sister since... birth) and Sam (Nicki's friend since... a while back...) fly in from Cali to spend time here. Haven't I told you this already? I think I have. I haven't told you that we're seeing the next harry potter flick at the dinner theater, have I? Oh dear...

Well, that wraps up today's second post. I hope you're happy, Halley.

I'm worried that I'm too obsessed with this: (anti-twilight rant within, watch out)

Recently, with almost no prompting but the fact that I have so much free time (quitting WoW right before summer? Waaay too much free time) I have wanted more and more to insult rabid twilight fans.

Now, I know that this is cruel, but given how bad the book is (opinion) and how it promotes blatantly sexist ideals (fact*) I really want to drop into the lexicon and call everyone freaks. Now, for normal people, the lexicon is the hub of the twilight cult, that is, a giant forum/site where fangirls (and boys) can obsess over twilight.

So, I asked my dad. He decided that it wouldn't be worth the trouble, despite the fact that non-cultists have been attacked on several occasions**. Now, I normally follow my dad's advice, but I ask you: would it be wrong?

Of course, a disclaimer: I hate twilight, but I don't hate its fans. I just really hate the rabid fangirls (see twihard attack directory, below) and the things they do. So, would it be wrong to troll (that is, enter the site and insult everyone inside) the lexicon?

And barring that, would anyone be insulted if I posted a huge rant on how much twilight sucks? (oh, wait...)

BEWARE! THE FOLLOWING LINKS ARE ANTI-TWILIGHT. IF THAT OFFENDS YOU, DON'T CLICK! I REPEAT, DO NOT CLICK!

*the following link is to a review of twilight, which, several paragraphs in, describes the sexist ideals portrayed in it.
http://psa.blastmagazine.com/2008/08/16/twilight-sucks-and-not-in-a-good-way/

**twihard attack directory: a list of rabid fangirl encounters, ranging from arguments to felonies:
http://twilightsucks.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=fangirls&action=display&thread=5175

Revelation.

No, its not a bad sci-fi flick.

I had a breakthrough recently: I hate almost everyone involved in politics. The only ones I like are the journalists who bother politicians and the reporters who make fun of them. Really, I was fine, until Obama's (yes, the "messiah" candidate) justice department supported prop 8. I think you've found a non-voter for life here. Except to overturn 8, I'm out of politics for life.

In other news, I spent today doing a lot of things that added up to a pretty chilaxed day. I played some xbox, fixed my clock, watched The Bourne Ultimatum, played some more xbox, and then finally got on the computer, now-ish.

While wasting away on microsucks box, I downloaded the Red Faction: Guerrilla demo. In the course of learning the ropes, I died more than a dozen times in about as many minutes. It was the most fun I've had on that machine in a while. I'm planning on getting the game as soon as possible. any gamers who read this, pick it up. Its amazing.

I also "decorated" my room, which equated to putting up a few pages from a gaming magazine on my wall. They look nice, at least. Still, I'm heading down to the basement friday to be there for a bit, and scott will be there too. Expect full days of hardcore gaming. Nicki will be here with here best friend, Sam, too. So, fun!

With luck, I can finally hit the beach, too.

The Future.

So, I live three thousand miles away from y'all. As such, I live three hours in the future from each and every one of you. Since I don't want to lose you all, I use facebook to keep in contact (you all know this.)

However, I wish that you might keep me in mind when you update your status. Imagine my surprise when I learn that you plan to go golfing... at 10 PM.

Or, late at night, your off to dinner, hours after I've finished mine.

On the upside, I can now use an endless torrent of "future" jokes. However, this doesn't change the fact that we can't control the weather, and I haven't been to the beach yet. What gives? I'm from California! I practically lived on the beach*!

So, I've been watching a bit** of TV, and am I the only guy who wants to see "the ugly truth"? It looks hilarious to me, at least. Speaking of movies, I'm seeing harry potter with pretty much everyone in the house when it comes out, at the dinner theater.

The dinner theater, for those who can't guess, is a movie theater. Each of the three theaters is average sized (slightly smaller than we Californians are used to) with a giant movie screen on one wall. The only difference is the fact that it has a flat floor, covered in tables and rotating*** chairs. Its a restaurant. And speaking of restaurants, there's an A&W restaurant here. Only been once, but where else can you get two GALLONS of root beer?

*Untrue. But don't tell the girls who learn that I'm the hot**** guy from California.
**no seriously, like none. Less than three hours this week.
***and really, really comfy
**** and taken guy from Cali. Eyes only for you, Devon. :D

Irony.

Today, July 7th, I watched Independence Day. Ironic.

Moving on, Cara got here yesterday. She isn't trapped here almost all summer like I am, and she got to fly out to see katie and her boyfriend and California. Lucky. So, yeah. As brother and sister generally do, we don't talk much. Not because we hate each other, its just... we're fine solo.

So, I've been listening to music again, which is good. I'm an addict. The one week where I was totally cut off, I cheated. I was cranky the whole time that I was deprived of it. May also have been from not seeing Devon. Anyway, I've been listening to Eleanor Rigby (by the beatles) quite a bit. So... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOqqBWie58M.

Good song, a bit depressing though. I like the violins (or maybe its not violins. What do you call the giant violins?) in the background. Nice sound.

So, to end this utterly disappointing post, I ask: how's cali?

The Matrix

So today, several years after viewing the second and third films, I finally watched the entirety of the first Matrix movie.

It rawked (duh.)

Now I'm off to watch Outland with dad. Its some old sci fi flick, so... yeah.

I'll post a less pathetic post later today (with luck), so don't get pissed because this one sucks. Even though I doubt a lot of you will even read it.

July Fourth, ranting, philosiphy and star wars. Wait, what?

"Nothing important happened today." -Excerpt from King George III's Diary, dated July 4th, 1776.


So, today we Americans celebrate when a bunch of old men signed a piece of paper that plunged us into war with the most powerful militant force on Earth (at the time). Over tea. Christ, we're a high-strung bunch of jerks, ain't we?

Moving on: Today my parents are off to boston. I declined going, since no amount of continental breakfast can convince me to spend the day wandering the city with my parents. Having done it, it's no fun. Really, we end up walking. Walking no-where. No-where, no-fun, I say.

Despite my urgent need for a continental breakfast (they're starving me here), I'm going to be here, maybe writing but more likely playing video games and listening to music and doing all the things that I can do for fun.

I've been watching the old Star Wars films, and does anyone else notice they leave major plot holes flapping in the wind? For example, how does luke survive a 250+ foot drop through sky city's interior? Why does he never use the force on vader? How come he still goes to fight Big D even though Leia screams "its a trap!" at him three times, loudly, while within thirty feet? How come he doesn't try to save them when they're being carted off by stormtroopers?

During the assault on the Death Star, why do they bring y-wings? These are bombers, and the whole purpose of the assault is to launch missiles into a tube. Why does no one try to evac the rebel base? What does yoda eat?

I could rant on for a bit, but I'm tired of it and running out of holes.

I'm still being antisocial, sitting inside all day, since I can't get out. I know, you're probably thinking: GO TO BOSTON THEN, YOU STUPID LOSER! But that's the problem. I can't go anywhere with just my parents! I'd die. I can't stand being with them. Individually, its fine. But together, they team up on me to create an atmosphere of "sit-down-shut-up." Which, as any compatriot of mine will testify, I do not like doing.

My mom keeps telling me how I need to get out and do things, and won't stop bringing up scouts and changing what I said and I CAN'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT. URGH! The problem with all this is everytime I bring this up, I feel like I'm ranting and being emo. Which is no fun. But with luck, scott will arrive on schedule, and I can head to paintballing/laser tag/ whatever with the community center/youth group/something. As usual, I'm out of the loop. Dang.

My dad keeps spiking his drinks, so I have to get my own lemonade. I'll rant about that a bit. Or I could leave you to enjoy your summer, since most of you will have plans for big barbecues and other such social things on the fourth and won't read this till after. Too bad you're all 3000 miles away. Say "hi" to someone I don't know for me at your party, if you read this in time. I'll be here, alone, cold, and hungry, on the fourth. Have a better day than me!

Damn, I sound emo again. Are you emo if your life sucks and you don't shut up about it? Yes, I think. Are you paranoid if people are after you? I sure as hell hope so.

So, new direction, how much life sucks without you all. (mostly devon).

So, as my frequent readers (what readers?) may have noticed, my posts are about things that have happened. Since my life now consists of missing devon, listening to music, and playing mass effect 15 hours a day, I figure in order to keep things interesting (ha!) I'm going to post my thoughts on whatever I happen to be thinking about.

Thats the new direction.

I think its great, but I question if anyone even reads this hunk o' junk anyway, so at least I can rant to myself.

Today:

Been thinking about Cali quite a bit since I flew across the country. I miss a lot of people (that means you, guys and gals!) who are there, especially since I have no one, NO ONE, within 3000 miles to talk to. I mean it. I haven't seen a neighbor within 10 years of me. My friend isn't flying in for a week, and UGH. Every time I start talking about how much I miss Cali I start to rant. And then I feel emo, which sucks. Urgh.

On the upside, y'all only have to survive another four weeks, then I drop by @ the end of july. I, er.. think. See, my mother (who's making the travel plans) and all her friends can recite my travel schedule. She just won't tell me what's going on.

So, that's that. With luck, I'll be posting more frequently, since I have nothing better to do. Also, look out for major changes. The dark layout is a bit of a downer.

On a final note: sugary cereal is a great snack for 12:20 AM, right?