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Monday, July 26, 2004
Think about the irony
I tried to write a check today. Just a simple check, if only my first. $10 for a Yellowcard CD. No biggie, neh?
I find out I can't. Damn it. Seems that the checks my bank gave me weren't personal checks, and therefore weren't accepted.
So, I have no personal checks, and no debit card. I can't access any of the money in my account until I recieve the card in the mail. Damn it.
Ah, such is life.
I took my sister to see Spider-Man 2 today, marking the third time I've seen the film. It still continues to be awesome, so I have no problem with still seeing it.
For anyone interested in seeing how Harry Osborn's storyline was bore out through the comics, search for the Son of the Goblin graphic novel. I'll be picking it up as soon as my store stocks it.
Unless my debit card hasn't arrived yet.
Speaking of my store, thanks to Li-C, I now have a list of manga to read during lunch. Yee-haw!
Also speaking of the store, I'm going to get moved to the front register as soon as James can do it. ^__^
And, on a final note, I'm thinking of writting a short fan fic based on Doctor Octopus in SM2. Just a tribute...
Thought of the moment: I can finally go to the hobby store tomorrow night.
Quote of the moment: "I will not die a monster!"
Song of the moment:
"Walk Like an Egyptian", The Bangles
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shop say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
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