My Flesh is on Fire
...and not in that absrtact meataphoric way... the very very concrete metaphoric way. I'm talking about my being in an inordinate amount of mucle pain from the bit of exercise I did get done before my whole near death experience. Holy crap my triceps hurt. I can't touch my face, it bends my elbow too much.
A couple of days ago, I was out and about and decided to drop by my friend Tin Zar's house unannounced. Most of you out in LJ land don't know her, but she's an awesome girl I got to know during AP chem my Jr. year. She's from Burma, and Her first language is Burmese but she knows enough English to get by and communicate well. She's a lot of fun to talk to. So I dropped my unannounced after not seeing her for a few months and she was wonderful, we had a good time talking about the show (she didn't see it), eating Asian food, and random (foul) Asian candy. I also spent a good 45 minutes working with her on an English essay responding to a short story and fixing the broken English in the page or so she had. The more I think about, persuing education seems like it could really be up my alley. If only I didn't like... you know, possessions so much. SO anyway, Tin Zar's great, and I'm waiting for Julie to get back in town (a fellow AP CHEM-er) so we can go ambush her and watch the Les Mis DVD. I watched Act II one night and got a choked up ("now c'mon Nick, it wasn't that bad..."). Man that show was neat. Also other side note... during my two hour conversation with Binky at 4 AM... I was talking about DeClerck and Victor Hugo, she didn't know much about Hugo, and when I gave her the 2 minute run down of [what I interpret him] to be all about she kinda got quiet and told me that I had said in different words what she believed and what made her feel different. So that was cool, and I had one of those kinda creepy moments when you're first meeting someone and you feel like "get out of my head" and you're far to much alike to not have known each other sooner.
Spiderman 2 this afternoon (in a few minutes actually...)! I'm in the "fishing silver change out of the big jar o' coins" state of brokeness. Well, not broke, but once my money is in smaller denomination than $50's, it disappears. I actually went to the bank yesterday and did the whole "set up a bank accound for college" with my mother and ran into Raelynn who I hadn't seen since Showstoppers did Children of Eden. She was lovely as ever, but I didn't get to talk to her becase bank business took forever, and I hed to fix their fucking computer (more like teach the guy how to use IE) because they hire incompetants. But I re-obtained her sn, and made contact.
I see a pattern... I need more guy friends. Time for a testoserone-superhero movie! Even though Peter Parker doesn't quite live up to that himself....
Also I've been having dreams about Morrowind and the Dagoth Ur. I think Zelda and Shenmue are the only other games I've had dreams about. So a toast to Morrowind!