Yo.
Cups, dishes, utensils, wrappers, empty cans, emty containers, overfilled ashtray (A big one, at that.), grocery bags with trash, dirty sheets, overflowing hamper, empty cigarette packs, empty soda bottles, an empty pizza box, beer bottles, ...a friggin empty diet coke can with a bunch of thumbtacks sticking out of it. Man, I could go into so much more detail than that, but really... Ehm.
So what does this all mean? What does this have to with anything pertaining to my first post? Well, I'll tell you. I need a job, damnit! I'm in a friggin slack, this happens every time I have nothing else to keep me busy. I go into this mode of, uhm, laziness. I should at least clean my room today, and get a few loads of laundry done. Seriously, what is wrong with this picture?
Typical.
Sigh. Well, onto the usual mode of things. I saw Borat the other day, and you know what? I died. Sitting there, with my friend, who was laughing as well, but nowhere nearly as bad as my piercing giggles. I swear, when I laugh, I must catch a few glares in the theatre. Why? Well, it usually goes all high-pitched, like a friggin banshee on steroids. I don't even sound like a girl when I laugh; I sound like a dying creature of sorts. And if I go on with it long enough, I also end up in a coughing fit, deep and nasty. But, ehm... A few of my favorite parts of the movie:
Top5 (Warning, do not read the below if you -hate- spoilers.)
1. When his manager, or whatever, uses his model magazine of his "true love" to masturbate, ensuing in a naked brawl all around the hotel. I swear, I was crying.
2. When he actually gets in line, bringing his ceremonial wife burlap sack with him. Yeah, you know, when he bags her. Oh my god.
3. The entire newsroom scene, especially with the weatherman.
4. Going around the streets in NYC, trying to hug and kiss businessmen and the likes in greeting. Their responses and his confusion, way too much.
5. Chicken escaping in the subway, rofl.
(End Spoiler)
At first, I didn't want to see it. But man, I'm glad I changed my mind. According to my peers and friends, it's gonna turn into a huge cult classic like Monty Python and more recently, Napoleon Dynamite (Though some would disagree.) I don't think so, however. It was good, but not all -that- good. I really don't see people laughing their asses off at this two or three decades down the line.
Do yourself a favor and go see Borat if you haven't already.
Eeenyway, today I decided to quit FFXI until I find a job and become a little bit secure with it. FFXI is well more than half my reason for being so damn lazy. Just so you know, my character's name is Natsuka on Hades. Lv75 THF, rockin' with an ohat and SH, my only two prized possestions. Well, those and my AFv2 feet, them are some secksy sneaks. Yes, yes, I'm a manthra. But a kickass manthtra.
FFXI is way too addictive, especially when you get into endgame events. So far I only have Sky and Dynamis, and I need Promy-Holla for access to, well, those cool zones to the west. But I've been really procrastinating. And the constant grind to better your character, be it quests, exp, merit, gah. I do need a break.
I better stop rambling now and get started on my room. Ja!
So what does this all mean? What does this have to with anything pertaining to my first post? Well, I'll tell you. I need a job, damnit! I'm in a friggin slack, this happens every time I have nothing else to keep me busy. I go into this mode of, uhm, laziness. I should at least clean my room today, and get a few loads of laundry done. Seriously, what is wrong with this picture?
Typical.
Sigh. Well, onto the usual mode of things. I saw Borat the other day, and you know what? I died. Sitting there, with my friend, who was laughing as well, but nowhere nearly as bad as my piercing giggles. I swear, when I laugh, I must catch a few glares in the theatre. Why? Well, it usually goes all high-pitched, like a friggin banshee on steroids. I don't even sound like a girl when I laugh; I sound like a dying creature of sorts. And if I go on with it long enough, I also end up in a coughing fit, deep and nasty. But, ehm... A few of my favorite parts of the movie:
Top5 (Warning, do not read the below if you -hate- spoilers.)
1. When his manager, or whatever, uses his model magazine of his "true love" to masturbate, ensuing in a naked brawl all around the hotel. I swear, I was crying.
2. When he actually gets in line, bringing his ceremonial wife burlap sack with him. Yeah, you know, when he bags her. Oh my god.
3. The entire newsroom scene, especially with the weatherman.
4. Going around the streets in NYC, trying to hug and kiss businessmen and the likes in greeting. Their responses and his confusion, way too much.
5. Chicken escaping in the subway, rofl.
(End Spoiler)
At first, I didn't want to see it. But man, I'm glad I changed my mind. According to my peers and friends, it's gonna turn into a huge cult classic like Monty Python and more recently, Napoleon Dynamite (Though some would disagree.) I don't think so, however. It was good, but not all -that- good. I really don't see people laughing their asses off at this two or three decades down the line.
Do yourself a favor and go see Borat if you haven't already.
Eeenyway, today I decided to quit FFXI until I find a job and become a little bit secure with it. FFXI is well more than half my reason for being so damn lazy. Just so you know, my character's name is Natsuka on Hades. Lv75 THF, rockin' with an ohat and SH, my only two prized possestions. Well, those and my AFv2 feet, them are some secksy sneaks. Yes, yes, I'm a manthra. But a kickass manthtra.
FFXI is way too addictive, especially when you get into endgame events. So far I only have Sky and Dynamis, and I need Promy-Holla for access to, well, those cool zones to the west. But I've been really procrastinating. And the constant grind to better your character, be it quests, exp, merit, gah. I do need a break.
I better stop rambling now and get started on my room. Ja!