I GOT MY ORANGE SODA BACK

AND IT IS MOTHEREFFINGDELICIOUS.

So, I just checked my wrist, and I need a watch. Jesus aside, as formal nope-da-pope of Anthistianity, I declare myself a saint. St. Anthony. Has a nice ring to it. I could market that...

Alright, laughing? Good, now, lets kill the mood with a mothereffing BOMBSHELL. Mah girlfriend is outta town all weekend. D: Now. Pretend you're sad. Oh, did I not mention that? For anyone severly out of the loop (or solar system, for you aliens out there), I'm in a relationship. Just throwing that out there. It might explain why Lydia is written on my arm. Or maybe Dad spiked my orange soda and this is all a delusion. Well, bless him. When I wake up, I'm asking for more.

Also, I got a haircut. It makes Lydia happy, as she (among other peeps) enjoys rubbing my head. Regardless, each and every time I look in the mirror, I stair at my buzzcut and think to myself, "Self, we look like a huge douchebag right now." Because I, well, do.

Additionally, I rented a few games. Dark sector kicks ass. However, that's not why your here, is it? You're here because I'm funny. So, lets get to the funnies, shall we?

Recently, I was blowing off my homework (like usual) and listening to stereomood (which I highly reccommend) and a certain kind of song came on. A mellow kind of song. The kind where you sit back and chill, just to listen. So, I stared at a lightbulb. And then it hit me: each and every day, we pass thousands upon thousands of little wonder machines that MAKE LIGHT. JEEBAS. Look around your room. Take any electronic, and think of how wondrous it is. The cell phone you have with you? Before you reply to your friend, who's drooling over me again, think about what the damn thing can do. Take pictures, play music, mine has a touchscreen, on top of all that, I could talk to some dude in Shanghai. RIGHT NOW.

You watch all those sci-fi movies (right? I'm not the only one?) and you think, "Wow! Anthony is pretty damn good looking! Also, these future-people have all this cool crap! The future rocks! Like Anthony!" Well, that hit me too. Not how good I look. But we reached the future. Several thousand miles away, in the desert, robot assassins with thermal vision are flying over troops with missiles capable of destroying a building.

Welcome to the future. People in the future comment, by the way.