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Monday, January 19, 2004

Blarf.
Very little to talk about today.

I suppose Evangelion: Resurrection Director's Cut is the big thing. I was planning on exchanging some manga my uncle and "aunt" bought me for Christmas at Suncoast for the new Evangelion DVD.

But, apparently, I was being "mean" to my brother.

I was calmly playing Soul Calibur II yesterday, when all of a sudden my brother ran up the stairs with his fake-immature-breathing sound filling what was just tranquil, peaceful, Sennen-time. "HEY NICK! MOM SAYS YOU HAVE TO RIDE YOUR BIKE WITH ME FOR HALF AN HOUR!" He happened to step in front of the TV right as I was on the last third of a pivotal final battle on hard mode using Nightmare. This royally pissed me off, and to boot I had to go outside and exercise.

But, on the bright side I was gonna get to the mall to buy Eva: Resurrection if I went a half hour outside without complaining.

So I angstily got my bike out and drove it around for a while. Yet, all of a sudden, my brother got in a really evil, angry mood. He started talking about how physical strength is better than being smart, and I took that as an oppurtunity for debate.

He fell over. "Dear Jacob," said I, "Such wounds come not from reading a book."

He spent ten minutes fixing his bike chain. "You know, dear brother, that one cannot fix a bike chain without a half-decent level of intelligence."

My dearest younger brother then told my mother that I was "complaining." We both told our sides of the story, and the conclusion was that I have a superiority complex and that I do not deserve a ride to the mall for that DVD.

And so I waited. I heavily anticipated going to the mall today. But, oh joy, they ran out yesterday. Then I got so many "I told you so's", not from my brother, even, it wasn't funny at all.

I drowned my sorrows in those crappy white-meat chicken nuggests. And now I wait until next weekend, when another movie-viewing, mall-going session will take place.

My Eva hath betrayed me!
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