Saturday, January 8, 2005

It's just one of those.. Lives.

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Shin- Three hips and one hooray, because I don't know how to count!

Alex- Wtf, indeed.. I don't even remember that now.

Mimmi- Arson?

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My brother's been a little Sims nazi recently, leaving me little time to update. Fortunately, this leads to a backup of stuff to talk about, so hopefully this update will be more worthwhile.

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Man, Hometown Buffet can really bring in the crazies. I went there the other day (against my will- I hate that place), and it was like a freaking circus came into town.

There was an old.. Soulful black man there, and he was practically ripped right out of Chappelle's Show. He was old, with that raspy voice, eating fried chicken, and talking to himself. Every other word was "muthafucka", and I would have laughed, but I was afraid of getting hit with a cane or something.

I fell asleep in the car, and awoke to the pleasant sound of the newly dubbed "Mumbly Joe" walking by the car talking about how bad the chicken was.

There was also a group of guys wearing berets and flannel Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms, four generations of who all seemed to have once been, or will one day be, teenage mothers, an old lady with messed up, frizzy hair wearing five jackets and bike shorts, and a bunch of people who worked there and didn't speak English.

"Yeah.. Uh.. Beefed Roast or ham?"

Isn't that nice?

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Thanks to being stupid in the ways of iTunes, I came across a very pleasant treasure that I am glad I found.

I did not know that the Pixies had released an all-new track recently, and I was even farther from knowing that it would be released exclusively on iTunes. It's called Bam Thwok. Kim Deal wrote it (we all know what that means), and she also provides the lead vocals, and it rocks.

*laughs at Shin for being unable to download it*

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It snowed here yesterday.

It snowed.

HERE.

In California.

Not Pittsburgh.

Gah. What a wasted trip that was.

I convinced someone to read 1984 yesterday, as we were hiding from the outside wetness in the library. The cover is nowhere near as cool as mine, sadly, but the content is the same.

I only need fifteen or so more AR points, so I think I'm just going to skim through a few of the older installments in "A Series of Unfortunate Events." The movie, while it re-sparked my interest in those books, does not nearly do the books justice, but I can't do a decent comparison because it's been so long since I read them. In fact, when I read the third one, there was an error in the printing and the same ten pages repeated for the rest of the book near the end. I never really found out what happened..

Not that there's an AR test on that one yet, for whatever reason. They're sort of spread out. The fourth, the seventh, and maybe the sixth.. That's enough to get me past my goal, though.

I only do this for the field trip at the end of the year. Sue me.

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My dad decided to learn how to play Medal of Honor the other day. When we first got the Playstation 2, we bought Medal of Honor: Frontline for ten bucks, and while I found it to be sorely subpar, the thought of playing a WW2-based FPS was tantalizing enough for my dad to bring up the game recently.

He totally sucked, but I don't blame him. The controls in that game are shit, along with most of it.

From the second he said he wanted to play it, I was warning him to do something on PC first, because it's just so much easier. He refused to believe that, and after spending hours and hours trying to make it through the first level, he spontaneously went out and bought the Medal of Honor: Allied Assault War Chest.

I personally have no interest in playing it. I told him that people tend to prefer Call Of Duty, but he seems to get the two franchises mixed up. He spent a long time playing it last night, and he was still cappin' Nazis by the time I fell asleep, thinking.

Thinking about what, you ask?

You'll never know.

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Basketball is finally over in Phys Ed. My team, despite totally owning most of the competition, didn't make it to the semifinals, and for that I am thankful. The finals and semifinals always take place in front of the rest of the classes that period, and that, for me, is very bad.

Very bad.

But when it's the finals and you're not on one of the teams, you just sit in the bleachers and do whatever you feel like doing, which, for me is good.

Very good.

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Lastly, what the hell is this? Are they trying to imitate the iPod's click wheel with that line thing going down the middle? It looks stupid.

Though there are lots of pretty colors.

Heh heh. Apple converted me. If Steve Jobs says that 2 + 2 = 5, then it must be so.

*cough* I'm done now.

EDIT:

Ha ha. Ha ha ha. My favorite noob post ever.
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