Thursday, January 20, 2005

Ugh, I'm glad I don't eat that garbage.
Pixie and I had our regular chat today over lunch. Well, not exactly lunch. Just a couple of bottles of Arizona Green Tea. I can't really eat when around her anyway. I just become mesmerized in her presence. I'm that crazy for her.

Sw33tZ brought up a good question about how we are going to pay for our cell phone bills. I don't really have an answer but if my parent saw how much I've spents talking to her, they'd assault me with swords. I'm serious, they know their shit with blades and we've got more than enough of them in the house. But hey, it's soooo worth getting cut up by mom & dad to speak to Pixie for just a bit more during the day.


I Just finished watching Super Size Me. You know the film where the guy eats nothing but McDonalds for 30 days straight? Yeah. I haven't eaten McDonalds for about 4 years now and well, that movie just verified why I haven't gone back. I was so grossed out. I can't explain it here but I do recommend watching it if you haven't seen it already and if you are in need of motivation for a healthy diet and excercise. I'm gonna work out twice as much now but I'm not going to change much about my diet. Of course I'll eat something a bit on the unhealthy side but I always balance it out with something good and wholesome.

I'm starting to think my friend, Mr. Guitarist, is in love with his guitar teacher. He can't stop talking about the guy. "Oh he taught me this yesterday." "He helped me improve that song." "He's so awesome with riffs." Ugh, every time I bring up music, he'll have something to say about this fanastical teacher of his...

..SHUT UP! I know what you're giggling about. You think I'm jealous. Maybe I am. Mr. Bassist is jealous too. Yes, I know I'm riding a homo-emotional train, but hey, we're close friends. It's only natural.

Speaking of homoness, Mr. Bassist and I were discussing why it's alright for only girls to hold hands as friends and not guys. Another friend of ours dared us to try it out. We defied these unwritten laws by holding hands for a couple of minutes. It was weird as hell. His hands were warm. It wasn't that bad. Our other friends thought differently. After some words of mockery and a few snowballs, we explained it was just a joke/experiment. We then had a good laugh and proceeded to wash our hands and amuse ourselves in heterosexual ways for the rest of the day. For example, performing the art of ownage to our bastard friends who threw snowballs at us with drumsticks.

I can tell you're giving me weird looks after finding out I held hands with my friend for a bit. I don't believe it either. It takes a real man to make himself the test subject of such experiments, right? Trust me, that's not the worse thing that could happen anyway. Imagine getting hickeys. *shudder*

I off to beddie. Cheers then.


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