Laceration Of The Eye's Soft Surface
Yay, I finally have a chance to post more than one comment at a time and to comment on my friends' journals. Welcome to another Sunday at work, where I shall do, as the ancient Greeks used to say, "bugger all". Ok, they probably didn't. But I can't be fucked doing anything today except surfing the internet, so I guess it's lucky I don't have a job list for today. I do have to make some membership cards up, but they take fuck all.
Yeah, it goes without saying that I went to the Tassie on Thursday night. It was pretty awesome as usual, I went with Phil Tonkin and Monique (don't know her last name, the one that was with Willy Douglas for a fairly long time). A good night was had by all as far as I could tell.
Star Wars Battlefront is one of the best games ever. I bought it on Thursday and Me, Guzz and Tonkin have been thrashing it out like a bitch ever since, fighting as seperate armies, fighting as a team, and doing the campaign too. Fuck, it rules. Basically you pick which side you're on (Empire, Rebels, Republic, Separatists/Droids) and you're just one guy in a massive army, trying to eliminate the enemy army. The battles that happen are just fucking awesome, with lasers going everywhere and bodyparts flying just as well. AND YOU GET TO KILL GUNGANS (Jar-Jar Binks' race) AND EWOKS (Wicket's race)! There's nothing more satisfying than the agonizing screams of a Gungan being blasted 10 feet into the air by an AT-ST walking tank. Yeah, as you can tell I love the game.
Bloody KFC workers never listen to my order. Yesterday I ordered my usual, a Zinger Works combo, upsized, with extra salt on the chips and a Sunkist (also known as Rick's hyper juice). The bitch even repeated it back to me. What did I get? A burger with nothing but a fillet in it (and not even zinger) and a bit of lettuce. No mayo, just meat and lettuce in bread. I was pissed, but not pissed enough to be fucked walking all the way there. Yeah, I don't honestly think that any of you care about my KFC adventures but it's something to write, isn't it? =P
Me hungry. When Paul gets back I'll send the little bitch to get me some food, probably my usual KFC order. OCEAN DELIGHTS DON'T MAKE CALYPSOS ANY MORE! >=(
Yeah the strange thing recently is that Paul's letting me have a chair, at least on the days where he doesn't work and I have to be here all day. Maybe he found my death-threat letter that I left unassumingly on his bed, face up, with a bloodied mallet next to it. Ok, I did no such thing, but maybe he realized that he can't legally stop me from having a seat and healthy ankles for the rest of my life.
I've been going to Habbo Hotel recently whilst bored near the end of my shift. If one of you wants to make a character and meet me on there later tonight, that would be pretty cool! It's basically a chat site but you make a little character with lots of different hair and clothing styles and colours, then you can travel around and visit people's rooms and stuff. You can order drinks from the bar and stuff, join mafias, play games, go swimming, get a pet cat or dog, etc. If you want to you can buy credits so you can use them to buy furniture for your room, but to just sign up and wander around doesn't cost anything. I find Habbo Hotel so damn addictive and I'm completely lost as to why. Maybe you can help me discover what makes it so appealing to me, a 19 year old, when it's meant for UK residents in their early teens. If you guys are keen and you make a character, comment here and tell me your character's name, I'll probably get a chance to talk with you on there.
Anyway I'd better get started on checking out the journals of my mates, it's been a little while since I've commented properly on any of them.
Rick Steen, Infernal Worm... Signing off.