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Today was a waste/nice. I went to work this morning, and then I started feeling really light-headed and sweaty. So I told them I was going to head home, and I'd come in Saturday to make up my time. Came back home and jogged down to Subway and got lunch (I feel like Jared....I jogged to Subway and got a sandwich on Wheat. WATCH THE POUNDS MELT AWAY). It was delicious.
I'm already bored with this. Nothing in the world is more boring that "Here is what I did today, beat-by-beat" blogs. I'm not going to put you through that.
What else do I have to write about?
What else...?
Hmmmm....
....
So after I got back from Subway...
I was on a great streak of doing my brain exercises several days in a row, but then I fell off the wagon. I must have missed 4 days in a row now. Dr. Kawashima is going to be so pissed at me when I turn on BrainAge. He always makes you feel guilty when you miss days.
TRIVIA: In England, BrainAge is called Dr. Kawashima's Brain Training. I just found that out in my DS pocket guide which is, apparently, British. They say "blokes" a lot. And the like.
How is it 6pm already? Where did this day go? I really thought I was going to have more to do.
I did get some more writing done on my Ultimate Spider-Man/Hellboy story. I'mma post that behind a cut when I get to the end here.
BUT HOW MUCH LONGER CAN THIS ENTRY GO ON?
There's nothing to it.
I totes downloaded a bunch of music I don't want this weekend. My dad had accrued a ton of Pepsi points, so I went on to Amazon.com to see what I could get for my iPod.
NOT MUCH.
Amazon.com is the pits for downloading. Their UnBox video downloads are apparently a NIGHTMARE to deal with (I did some research), and their music selection is janky. Here's what I got:
M-Flo: I Wanna Be Down (they had ONE M-Flo song, though there was, like, 8 remixes of it)
Justin Timberlake: Rock Your Body; something else from the Justified album. The other big radio song.
Weird Al: Amish Paradise; Fat; Eat It
Michael Jackson: Smooth Criminal; Bad
Usher: Yeah
Miley Cyrus: See You Again
YEAH, you read that right. It's catchy. And there's NOTHING ELSE GOOD.
I REALLY had a desire to get "Move Bitch" after watching Hancock, but it was Buy only. You couldn't get it on Pepsi Points. So was Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (Fall Out Boy). So...Miley Cyrus it is.
THIS ENTRY IS SO BORIN AND DIRECTIONLESS. Now I present you with something you won't read:
Ireland had been everything it was cracked up to be. From the horrible weather to the rolling green hills to the friendly townfolk that barely looked twice at his appearance, Hellboy was finding Ireland to not only be the first place he visited that was what it claimed to be, but was free of old witches and vampires that wanted to kill him to save the world from what will happen when he dies.
The cigar in his mouth strolled from what cheek to the other as he remembered the fishermen he had met at the last pub in Inistioge. Too old to have the stories they told straight and too drunk to care, they had taken turns putting their arms across his back and trying to teach him drinking songs that the whole world didn't already know. Of course, they were too full of liquor to get the lyrics right, and a fight broke out for just a moment when they began to fight over them, but it was surely the spirit that counted.
Hellboy tried humming the tune to one of the songs, but before he was many bars in, he was distracted by a sickening crunching sound, like the bones of a small child or animal being snapped repeatedly. Instinctively, he turned into an alley off the road to investigate.
Deep in the alley squatted a man, shirtless and in tattered pants, his back to Hellboy, to whom he paid no mind. His hands moved nimbly back-and-forth between the ground in front of him and his face, and s Hellboy angled around him, he saw they were smattered in blood. They were ferrying the flesh off of the body of a dead dog into his mouth.
"Hey buddy, the potato famine's over. You don't need to do that anymore."
The man paused for a moment and sniffed the air sharply, but then put his full focus into the beast in front of him.
"You know, I'm usually grateful when the freaks of the world don't recognize me and start spewing some crap about me destroying the world, but if I was walked in on while eating some roadkill by a stranger, I'd probably still react. So what's your deal."
"Leave."
He had not even turned to stop eating; he merely regurgitated the word between swallows. His voice was a growl; it reminded Hellboy of the sound a cornered wolf would make.
"I'm afraid the correct answer we were looking for was 'please leave'."
Filthy fingers dug hard into the exposed muscle tissue of the poor dog. Finally, he stopped eating, and flipped his body around with a jerk. He did not stand, but stayed hunched down, almost on all fours. His eyes rose to meet Hellboy's, and Hellboy saw they were bright yellow, glistening in the darkness of the alley. His face was covered in wild hair, caked in the blood of the poor creature in front of him. Despite all he had ever seen, it tightened Hellboy's stomach to watch it drip from the matted beard, down into the rest of the hair that covered his body. In some areas, it was hard to tell where the dog hair ended and his own began.
"You don't interest me," he spat.
"Yeah, and you're just the best show in town as far as I'm concerned."
Then, a leap. The man dove forward, knocking Hellboy off-balance, causing him to trip on his own tail. As he fell, he cursed its useless existence, as he pulled his giant stone hand up into a defensive posture for the flailing he was sure was going to ensue, but it was not. By the time he had pushed himself back up to his feet, the man was already gone. Hellboy had seen few things in his life that could vanish from sight so quickly. There was not even a trail of blood drops to follow. He grunted with a shake of his head and pulled out a cigar.
---
"So do you know of any Irish supervillains we could beat up?"
"Kitty! Shh!"
Peter had clasped his hand over the mouth of his ex-girlfriend, Kitty Pryde, formerly of Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters. Since she had dropped out of the school for young mutants, she had integrated herself nicely into Midtown High, despite the fact that she had just broken up with Peter at the time. She had privately hoped to stay mad at him forever, but it just didn't turn out that way. Between a psychotic Moon Knight attacking the school in search of Spider-Man, and Peter's detainment by S.H.I.E.L.D., she kept finding herself jumping to his defense.
"I'm just saying..."
"Quieter!"
"We're both going to be Ireland, we could find some evil leprechaun of something to take down."
"You keep talking and the airport security is going to come arrest us forever."
"Man, that is a whole process. Take off your shoes? I wonder how often they wash this floor? I'm going to end up with gangrene."
Kitty glanced to the voice behind them, a perky little voice belonging to Mary Jane Watson, her ex's current. Kitty had also had designs on hating her forever, but she just made it so hard for Kitty to do. Maybe it was because they were both privy to Peter's secret life and had that much already in common, but MJ had been nothing but nice to her since she transferred. At times, Kitty pondered whether that was an insult--a sign that Mary did not feel threatened by Kitty at all--but even if that was the case, Mary Jane really was a good person. And they had such similar tastes in television.
"I hope our hotel has, like, American TV. If I miss Gossip Girl for this trip, I'm going to scream."
"I know!" Mary shrieked. "Can you believe Sabrina?"
"I totally can not."
"Oh, I think I can."
Kitty and MJ both shot Peter terrifyingly similar looks, their eyebrows raised and the ends of the lips showing hints of curling.
"Okay, smart guy."
"Which one is Sabrina?"
"Oh my god! You're finishing each other's sentences! I just walked into the Twilight Zone airport! There's going to be a gremlin on the wing of our airplane!"
"Dude, are they talking about that chick show again? Man, there are some hotties on it; you should, like, watch it."
"Kenny!"
Kenny, the classmate MJ and Peter had long just known as Kong, swallowed hard as Kitty shot him an evil eye. He was much bigger than any of the three, but he was clearly intimidated by the young mutant girl he had started seeing. His face blushed all the way up to the top of his shaved head.
"I mean, not as hot as, you know....you."
Kitty grinned and bobbed her head once. "Better."
"But they're still totally hot, dude."
Peter chuckled. Kitty smiled again; she knew that Kenny and Peter hadn't been the best of friends their whole lives. Kenny and his best friend Flash Thompson had antagonized Peter for as long as they had known him, but Kitty felt she was finally getting through to Kenny that Flash just used him to boss around. The past few months, he had been neglecting Flash and hanging out more often with herself, Peter, and MJ. There was no end to the moping this was causing Flash, and he had taken to calling Kenny's cell endlessly while the four of them were out. She knew it was undoubtedly the first time in Flash's life that one of the people that admired him had turned his back to him, even if it was only some of the time.
After making their way to the gate--Flash had caught up to them after security, and the others endured more discussion on the fate of the Knicks than they ever thought they could--the chaperone teachers told them they were free to grab some pre-flight lunch in the airport food court. Kenny and Flash rushed off to the steak sandwich store, so Kitty talked Peter and Mary into going to the kosher pizza stand with her.
"So did you bring your stuff?" Kitty whispered to Peter across the food court table.
"Yeah."
"You did?" MJ grinned. "Wow, you just never turn off, do you?"
Peter shook his head, "I dunno. I didn't want to. I was hoping I wouldn't have to. But I knew that if I didn't, The Hulk would attack, and I'd be reduced to getting my butt kicked while wearing bad touristy shamrock clothes."
"You could be Captain Ireland, Captain America's surly, Catholic cousin."
"You don't think Captain America is surly enough already, Kitty?"
"I'm not even sure what 'surly' means. I just thought it sounds neat."
MJ giggled, then pulled herself back, looking like she was about to squirt Sprite out her nostrils. Peter instinctively patted her back to get her back under control, and Kitty had to admit. They were really cute together. And really hard to hate forever.
I'm already bored with this. Nothing in the world is more boring that "Here is what I did today, beat-by-beat" blogs. I'm not going to put you through that.
What else do I have to write about?
What else...?
Hmmmm....
....
So after I got back from Subway...
I was on a great streak of doing my brain exercises several days in a row, but then I fell off the wagon. I must have missed 4 days in a row now. Dr. Kawashima is going to be so pissed at me when I turn on BrainAge. He always makes you feel guilty when you miss days.
TRIVIA: In England, BrainAge is called Dr. Kawashima's Brain Training. I just found that out in my DS pocket guide which is, apparently, British. They say "blokes" a lot. And the like.
How is it 6pm already? Where did this day go? I really thought I was going to have more to do.
I did get some more writing done on my Ultimate Spider-Man/Hellboy story. I'mma post that behind a cut when I get to the end here.
BUT HOW MUCH LONGER CAN THIS ENTRY GO ON?
There's nothing to it.
I totes downloaded a bunch of music I don't want this weekend. My dad had accrued a ton of Pepsi points, so I went on to Amazon.com to see what I could get for my iPod.
NOT MUCH.
Amazon.com is the pits for downloading. Their UnBox video downloads are apparently a NIGHTMARE to deal with (I did some research), and their music selection is janky. Here's what I got:
M-Flo: I Wanna Be Down (they had ONE M-Flo song, though there was, like, 8 remixes of it)
Justin Timberlake: Rock Your Body; something else from the Justified album. The other big radio song.
Weird Al: Amish Paradise; Fat; Eat It
Michael Jackson: Smooth Criminal; Bad
Usher: Yeah
Miley Cyrus: See You Again
YEAH, you read that right. It's catchy. And there's NOTHING ELSE GOOD.
I REALLY had a desire to get "Move Bitch" after watching Hancock, but it was Buy only. You couldn't get it on Pepsi Points. So was Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (Fall Out Boy). So...Miley Cyrus it is.
THIS ENTRY IS SO BORIN AND DIRECTIONLESS. Now I present you with something you won't read:
Ireland had been everything it was cracked up to be. From the horrible weather to the rolling green hills to the friendly townfolk that barely looked twice at his appearance, Hellboy was finding Ireland to not only be the first place he visited that was what it claimed to be, but was free of old witches and vampires that wanted to kill him to save the world from what will happen when he dies.
The cigar in his mouth strolled from what cheek to the other as he remembered the fishermen he had met at the last pub in Inistioge. Too old to have the stories they told straight and too drunk to care, they had taken turns putting their arms across his back and trying to teach him drinking songs that the whole world didn't already know. Of course, they were too full of liquor to get the lyrics right, and a fight broke out for just a moment when they began to fight over them, but it was surely the spirit that counted.
Hellboy tried humming the tune to one of the songs, but before he was many bars in, he was distracted by a sickening crunching sound, like the bones of a small child or animal being snapped repeatedly. Instinctively, he turned into an alley off the road to investigate.
Deep in the alley squatted a man, shirtless and in tattered pants, his back to Hellboy, to whom he paid no mind. His hands moved nimbly back-and-forth between the ground in front of him and his face, and s Hellboy angled around him, he saw they were smattered in blood. They were ferrying the flesh off of the body of a dead dog into his mouth.
"Hey buddy, the potato famine's over. You don't need to do that anymore."
The man paused for a moment and sniffed the air sharply, but then put his full focus into the beast in front of him.
"You know, I'm usually grateful when the freaks of the world don't recognize me and start spewing some crap about me destroying the world, but if I was walked in on while eating some roadkill by a stranger, I'd probably still react. So what's your deal."
"Leave."
He had not even turned to stop eating; he merely regurgitated the word between swallows. His voice was a growl; it reminded Hellboy of the sound a cornered wolf would make.
"I'm afraid the correct answer we were looking for was 'please leave'."
Filthy fingers dug hard into the exposed muscle tissue of the poor dog. Finally, he stopped eating, and flipped his body around with a jerk. He did not stand, but stayed hunched down, almost on all fours. His eyes rose to meet Hellboy's, and Hellboy saw they were bright yellow, glistening in the darkness of the alley. His face was covered in wild hair, caked in the blood of the poor creature in front of him. Despite all he had ever seen, it tightened Hellboy's stomach to watch it drip from the matted beard, down into the rest of the hair that covered his body. In some areas, it was hard to tell where the dog hair ended and his own began.
"You don't interest me," he spat.
"Yeah, and you're just the best show in town as far as I'm concerned."
Then, a leap. The man dove forward, knocking Hellboy off-balance, causing him to trip on his own tail. As he fell, he cursed its useless existence, as he pulled his giant stone hand up into a defensive posture for the flailing he was sure was going to ensue, but it was not. By the time he had pushed himself back up to his feet, the man was already gone. Hellboy had seen few things in his life that could vanish from sight so quickly. There was not even a trail of blood drops to follow. He grunted with a shake of his head and pulled out a cigar.
---
"So do you know of any Irish supervillains we could beat up?"
"Kitty! Shh!"
Peter had clasped his hand over the mouth of his ex-girlfriend, Kitty Pryde, formerly of Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters. Since she had dropped out of the school for young mutants, she had integrated herself nicely into Midtown High, despite the fact that she had just broken up with Peter at the time. She had privately hoped to stay mad at him forever, but it just didn't turn out that way. Between a psychotic Moon Knight attacking the school in search of Spider-Man, and Peter's detainment by S.H.I.E.L.D., she kept finding herself jumping to his defense.
"I'm just saying..."
"Quieter!"
"We're both going to be Ireland, we could find some evil leprechaun of something to take down."
"You keep talking and the airport security is going to come arrest us forever."
"Man, that is a whole process. Take off your shoes? I wonder how often they wash this floor? I'm going to end up with gangrene."
Kitty glanced to the voice behind them, a perky little voice belonging to Mary Jane Watson, her ex's current. Kitty had also had designs on hating her forever, but she just made it so hard for Kitty to do. Maybe it was because they were both privy to Peter's secret life and had that much already in common, but MJ had been nothing but nice to her since she transferred. At times, Kitty pondered whether that was an insult--a sign that Mary did not feel threatened by Kitty at all--but even if that was the case, Mary Jane really was a good person. And they had such similar tastes in television.
"I hope our hotel has, like, American TV. If I miss Gossip Girl for this trip, I'm going to scream."
"I know!" Mary shrieked. "Can you believe Sabrina?"
"I totally can not."
"Oh, I think I can."
Kitty and MJ both shot Peter terrifyingly similar looks, their eyebrows raised and the ends of the lips showing hints of curling.
"Okay, smart guy."
"Which one is Sabrina?"
"Oh my god! You're finishing each other's sentences! I just walked into the Twilight Zone airport! There's going to be a gremlin on the wing of our airplane!"
"Dude, are they talking about that chick show again? Man, there are some hotties on it; you should, like, watch it."
"Kenny!"
Kenny, the classmate MJ and Peter had long just known as Kong, swallowed hard as Kitty shot him an evil eye. He was much bigger than any of the three, but he was clearly intimidated by the young mutant girl he had started seeing. His face blushed all the way up to the top of his shaved head.
"I mean, not as hot as, you know....you."
Kitty grinned and bobbed her head once. "Better."
"But they're still totally hot, dude."
Peter chuckled. Kitty smiled again; she knew that Kenny and Peter hadn't been the best of friends their whole lives. Kenny and his best friend Flash Thompson had antagonized Peter for as long as they had known him, but Kitty felt she was finally getting through to Kenny that Flash just used him to boss around. The past few months, he had been neglecting Flash and hanging out more often with herself, Peter, and MJ. There was no end to the moping this was causing Flash, and he had taken to calling Kenny's cell endlessly while the four of them were out. She knew it was undoubtedly the first time in Flash's life that one of the people that admired him had turned his back to him, even if it was only some of the time.
After making their way to the gate--Flash had caught up to them after security, and the others endured more discussion on the fate of the Knicks than they ever thought they could--the chaperone teachers told them they were free to grab some pre-flight lunch in the airport food court. Kenny and Flash rushed off to the steak sandwich store, so Kitty talked Peter and Mary into going to the kosher pizza stand with her.
"So did you bring your stuff?" Kitty whispered to Peter across the food court table.
"Yeah."
"You did?" MJ grinned. "Wow, you just never turn off, do you?"
Peter shook his head, "I dunno. I didn't want to. I was hoping I wouldn't have to. But I knew that if I didn't, The Hulk would attack, and I'd be reduced to getting my butt kicked while wearing bad touristy shamrock clothes."
"You could be Captain Ireland, Captain America's surly, Catholic cousin."
"You don't think Captain America is surly enough already, Kitty?"
"I'm not even sure what 'surly' means. I just thought it sounds neat."
MJ giggled, then pulled herself back, looking like she was about to squirt Sprite out her nostrils. Peter instinctively patted her back to get her back under control, and Kitty had to admit. They were really cute together. And really hard to hate forever.