I've been sitting on parts of this for a while, you know.

Yeah, the idea for the "Proof I spend to much time on the internet" article came to me all the way back when I was on the road trip. To move on.

Spent some time reading MLIA today. I am now determined to pull a few stunts before I clear out of this state (I will, one day, come back to Cali. And there will be parties.) I'm thinking grabbing kyle, getting a few lightsabers, and making fools of ourselves in public. Why? Because it will be amongst the most interesting things to happen here since the Civil War. (NOTHING happens in Chatham.) That, or somehow getting bohemian rhapsody onto the school intercom.

To move on, today I realized I really have been spending too much time on the internet since my 360 broke. For those of you who are skeptics, allow me to explain:

I once saw a sign for a nail salon, entitled "Pretty Nails." At first glance, I thought it said "Pretty Nazis." I saw a Jiffy Lube station and my thoughts flashed to sex. And I might be the only person alive to note how increasingly erotic the ads for Evony, a new MMO, are. They started with some bad photo of a lady in a circlet and a big green dress, changed to a modern-day chick in a white shirt, with a bit of a chest, and now its a blonde, lying down, with a black bra on. I can't see what this has to do with their slogan, "Start your journey now, my lord." With a single exception: the journey is into her vagoo (any LICD readers will get that).

To move on. Today, in history, we were talking about industrialization. Then some genius brought up war. The next 45 minutes were spent discussing nukes, war, WW2, pearl harbor, bunkers, and the diary entry of a certain bomber pilot, eventually leading to the discussion of M1 Abrams tanks. God I love history.

Sabrina's friend is a bit to... involved with our relationship, for my liking. I'm told she likes me, but apparently my gigantic hands are too big for her. I can only come to one conclusion. It really is true, you know what they say about guys with big hands. Regardless, I've dealt with friends who are involved before. As I recall, the last one to be involved like this now screams if I touch her, (I mean like an annoying poke, nothing sick.) or says ew if I'm nearby. Needless to say, the training paid off.

I also sent my 360 in for repair recently. A few days later, (that is, two) I got an email saying it had been recieved. 24 hours later, repair was done, and its being shipped back. God, thats one thing they can do fast.

I would like to nominate myself for president. and a nobel peace prize. And Obama's liason to the adult film industry (wait, what?).