Yes! If we didn't breath in asbestos, the terrorists win!
Exciting 9 days. My computer appeared to be screwed beyond anything I could do (Virus scans wouldn't even finish), so I brought it down to some computer repair place on Saturday. They say it'll be done by the end of the week, which is fine cuz I'm out to the Jersey Shore until next Saturday. That week was filled with my diet going to hell (1/52 weeks ain't bad), swimming, football, Freaks and Geeks, and getting Colin's 5-year-old half brother to say random shit again ("How many wars has America lost?" "0" "Who's your favorite Uncle?" "Uncle Sam" "What do we think about FDR?" "He sucks"). I come back on Saturday and they say my computer isn't ready yet. It'll be done by Monday. I get a call today and they say something's up with the video and the motherboard is fucked. I go down, they say I either need a new motherboard (takes 3-4 days) or just get a new laptop right then. And since I won't be around in 3-4 days, new laptop it was. All my shit was transferred over and here I am trying to get used to this new keyboard.
The Invasion didn't suck. It was actually real good until the big car chase was thrown in. And Superbad...well that was just the shit. I honestly don't understand if someone doesn't find it funny. And I'm not saying that in the "well, different opinions for different people" way. I mean if you can walk away from that movie and say it wasn't funny, I feel legit sorry for you. You must hate funny things.
Back to school tomorrow. Got through the summer, which was filled with movies and caddying (last mention, I swear) and less frisbee than was reasonable. We haven't played since Benoit died (I know this because we never had the Chris Benoit Memorial Frisbee Game). So now just one more year and then I've gotta figure out what I'm doing with my life. I don't have any sort of reminiscing, summer-ending livejournal thoughts. I have realized the major flaw of your closest friends being picky and easily annoyed with people. Makes for a boring time with no one around. I did branch out a little though, although it was only semi-successful. Fuckin'.
I've yet to pack, so no idea when I'm leaving tomorrow.
Jon hooked me up with some website that let's you make your own ringtones from songs, so everyone in my phone is getting their own tone. So if you think there's a song that you'd like me to hear when you call, leave it as a comment. And if I disagree with your choice, you'll get Fall Out Boy.
In the wild, there is no health care. In the wild, health care is, "Ow, I hurt my leg. I can't run. A lion eats me and I'm dead." Well, I'm not dead. I'm the lion, you're dead.
The Invasion didn't suck. It was actually real good until the big car chase was thrown in. And Superbad...well that was just the shit. I honestly don't understand if someone doesn't find it funny. And I'm not saying that in the "well, different opinions for different people" way. I mean if you can walk away from that movie and say it wasn't funny, I feel legit sorry for you. You must hate funny things.
Back to school tomorrow. Got through the summer, which was filled with movies and caddying (last mention, I swear) and less frisbee than was reasonable. We haven't played since Benoit died (I know this because we never had the Chris Benoit Memorial Frisbee Game). So now just one more year and then I've gotta figure out what I'm doing with my life. I don't have any sort of reminiscing, summer-ending livejournal thoughts. I have realized the major flaw of your closest friends being picky and easily annoyed with people. Makes for a boring time with no one around. I did branch out a little though, although it was only semi-successful. Fuckin'.
I've yet to pack, so no idea when I'm leaving tomorrow.
Jon hooked me up with some website that let's you make your own ringtones from songs, so everyone in my phone is getting their own tone. So if you think there's a song that you'd like me to hear when you call, leave it as a comment. And if I disagree with your choice, you'll get Fall Out Boy.
In the wild, there is no health care. In the wild, health care is, "Ow, I hurt my leg. I can't run. A lion eats me and I'm dead." Well, I'm not dead. I'm the lion, you're dead.