Long and boring...like my...nevermind.
It's been like, two whole weeks. For some reason I forgot to write last week, and never seemed to get around to it. Oh well. So we'll start from two weeks ago. Of course, I didn't do a whole lot Wednesday I went over to Austin's and we watched TV. I can't believe I remember that. Thursday was nothing. Friday I saw Mystic River. That was a really good movie, even if it did enrage me. Shawn Penn pissed me off so much, but I suppose it's just because he's a good actor. But I'd recommend the movie.
Saturday I had my Birthday Party. Yay. It was actually pretty fun, even if it was low key. Only got two presents, Margaret bought me some legos, and Austin bought me a Game Cube, cause he's a crazy bastard. Got Metroid for it too, which is sweet. Sunday was my real birthday, I invited the guys over and we played poker during the entire game. Missed Janet's boob though, not that I'm too disappointed. I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a boob. It's about context people, Justin wasn't rubbing or caressing her nipple, it was just flopping out. I guess the only real problem I have with it is that it seemed a little like Justin was violating Janet, and that's not really right. Other than that, you can see worse in a National Geographic. The Pats won too, which made me sad. Still not a perfect birthday, I suppose, but it's the best I had in a while, even if I did get upset at Tara.
Of course that night I had an odd dream. I dreamt I that a friend and me were destine to get slaughtered and eaten by a cannibal family who lived in the woods. But I learned of this destiny so when I was in the woods, I ran away from the family. This changed destiny, and soon, the cannibal created a utopian society. Well, the US Government felt threatened by this and sent troops to torch the city with flamethrowers. Well, I just happened to be going there to visit, and since they found out I knew where this society was, they were going to kill me. But I decided to eat a cyanide pill and commit suicide instead, except I wouldn't die. So the soldier torched me anyway. Instead of dieing, however, I ended up like 5 years in the future, where the cannibal's daughter greeted me. I asked how the city survived the torching, but they all looked at me like I was crazy. So I realized that I was going to have to go back in time and stop the troops from ever getting to the city, that's why the city's still standing. Then a bunch of women started fighting over me, but I ignored all there advances and acted surprised and uncomfortable, in true male, protagonist of a comedy anime fashion. The really odd thing about the dream is when I woke up, I could think of nothing but the dream, and anything I was mad about, ended up seeming not important.
Monday, February 2, 2004, Tara apologized. It doesn’t happen often, that's for sure. At least I don't remember it happening often, to me anyway. Aside from that, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, I think I did nothing. Except watch TV, read magazines, etc. Oh wait, how could I forget, Wednesday was surgery. It's not Basal Cell Carcinoma, though, it's Apocrine Agenoma. A very rare sweat gland tumor. I was wondering why they kept taking pictures of it. Hehe. I think it means I'm the one. Then again, I think anything that happens to me means I'm the one. So, I had to work Thursday and Friday with a big bandage on my forehead, oh well.
Friday night I went to Jimmy and Paul's 'anniversary' party, they're twins. Although, they were born on the Second, so it was about a week late. Paul lost some weight, but Jimmy lost a ton, he was stud. Paul's such a pothead these days, though. I find it humorous. I didn't smoke any at the party, although I nearly got high off the second hand pot smoke. Saturday Brian and Beth took me out for my birthday to Old Chicago. It was fun. Afterwards, we went back to his place to play poker. I screwed up once. I always screw up just once in a poker game, but it's always during a big pot. Oh well.
Sunday I did nothing. Although I asked Margaret if she wanted to do something on Valentine's Day, just as friends. First she said she had to work, but then we decided to something during the day. Which is cool, but with my inability to be happy, I'm wondering if it's just out of pity. On the one hand, she didn't say no right away, first she checked her schedule. Of course she said no when she realized she worked. But then I explained that it was alright, I just felt I needed to ask one person to before I have a right to complain about valentines day and I mentioned I've never been out with a female on valentine's day. Then she said we could probably do something during the day. Of course I was just saying all that stuff to explain why I asked her in the first place, I didn't want to weird her out. Oh well, pity or not, I suppose I should take what I can get. Of course, it's just as friends anyway, so it's no a big deal either way. Now I have to figure out what movie we should go see.
Monday I went over to Austin's and we hung out, that's about it. Tuesday, I didn't do much of anything, just a little stressed at work. Oh well. Any yesterday was another bore, except I got my stitches out.
Thought of the Day: Everyone's asking for evidence that Bush truly served for the National Guard during Vietnam. Yet even if he did come up with evidence or witnesses, could really trust Bush? He could easily create forged documents or pay someone to say he was at training, he is the president for crying out loud. I wouldn't really care in the first place, except Bush is all about serving your country, being a patriotic, and all that, and now it's seems that he didn't do any of what he's asking other people to do.
Quote of the Day: "Hey ya!" - OutKast
Saturday I had my Birthday Party. Yay. It was actually pretty fun, even if it was low key. Only got two presents, Margaret bought me some legos, and Austin bought me a Game Cube, cause he's a crazy bastard. Got Metroid for it too, which is sweet. Sunday was my real birthday, I invited the guys over and we played poker during the entire game. Missed Janet's boob though, not that I'm too disappointed. I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a boob. It's about context people, Justin wasn't rubbing or caressing her nipple, it was just flopping out. I guess the only real problem I have with it is that it seemed a little like Justin was violating Janet, and that's not really right. Other than that, you can see worse in a National Geographic. The Pats won too, which made me sad. Still not a perfect birthday, I suppose, but it's the best I had in a while, even if I did get upset at Tara.
Of course that night I had an odd dream. I dreamt I that a friend and me were destine to get slaughtered and eaten by a cannibal family who lived in the woods. But I learned of this destiny so when I was in the woods, I ran away from the family. This changed destiny, and soon, the cannibal created a utopian society. Well, the US Government felt threatened by this and sent troops to torch the city with flamethrowers. Well, I just happened to be going there to visit, and since they found out I knew where this society was, they were going to kill me. But I decided to eat a cyanide pill and commit suicide instead, except I wouldn't die. So the soldier torched me anyway. Instead of dieing, however, I ended up like 5 years in the future, where the cannibal's daughter greeted me. I asked how the city survived the torching, but they all looked at me like I was crazy. So I realized that I was going to have to go back in time and stop the troops from ever getting to the city, that's why the city's still standing. Then a bunch of women started fighting over me, but I ignored all there advances and acted surprised and uncomfortable, in true male, protagonist of a comedy anime fashion. The really odd thing about the dream is when I woke up, I could think of nothing but the dream, and anything I was mad about, ended up seeming not important.
Monday, February 2, 2004, Tara apologized. It doesn’t happen often, that's for sure. At least I don't remember it happening often, to me anyway. Aside from that, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, I think I did nothing. Except watch TV, read magazines, etc. Oh wait, how could I forget, Wednesday was surgery. It's not Basal Cell Carcinoma, though, it's Apocrine Agenoma. A very rare sweat gland tumor. I was wondering why they kept taking pictures of it. Hehe. I think it means I'm the one. Then again, I think anything that happens to me means I'm the one. So, I had to work Thursday and Friday with a big bandage on my forehead, oh well.
Friday night I went to Jimmy and Paul's 'anniversary' party, they're twins. Although, they were born on the Second, so it was about a week late. Paul lost some weight, but Jimmy lost a ton, he was stud. Paul's such a pothead these days, though. I find it humorous. I didn't smoke any at the party, although I nearly got high off the second hand pot smoke. Saturday Brian and Beth took me out for my birthday to Old Chicago. It was fun. Afterwards, we went back to his place to play poker. I screwed up once. I always screw up just once in a poker game, but it's always during a big pot. Oh well.
Sunday I did nothing. Although I asked Margaret if she wanted to do something on Valentine's Day, just as friends. First she said she had to work, but then we decided to something during the day. Which is cool, but with my inability to be happy, I'm wondering if it's just out of pity. On the one hand, she didn't say no right away, first she checked her schedule. Of course she said no when she realized she worked. But then I explained that it was alright, I just felt I needed to ask one person to before I have a right to complain about valentines day and I mentioned I've never been out with a female on valentine's day. Then she said we could probably do something during the day. Of course I was just saying all that stuff to explain why I asked her in the first place, I didn't want to weird her out. Oh well, pity or not, I suppose I should take what I can get. Of course, it's just as friends anyway, so it's no a big deal either way. Now I have to figure out what movie we should go see.
Monday I went over to Austin's and we hung out, that's about it. Tuesday, I didn't do much of anything, just a little stressed at work. Oh well. Any yesterday was another bore, except I got my stitches out.
Thought of the Day: Everyone's asking for evidence that Bush truly served for the National Guard during Vietnam. Yet even if he did come up with evidence or witnesses, could really trust Bush? He could easily create forged documents or pay someone to say he was at training, he is the president for crying out loud. I wouldn't really care in the first place, except Bush is all about serving your country, being a patriotic, and all that, and now it's seems that he didn't do any of what he's asking other people to do.
Quote of the Day: "Hey ya!" - OutKast