The last few weeks in review.

So, two weeks ago, there was a lot of hanging out done with Chevelle. Like seeing Fantastic Four. While the movie itself wasn't super duper or really all that spectacular as far as dialogue or plot, we did proceed to make the movie better. Most of the time by talking about the more attractive characters as if they were pieces of meat (Jessica Alba for me, that dude that lights on fire for Chevelle). I think the highlight of the movie was when Jessic...sorry...SUE RICHARDS is taking her clothes off to turn invisible but didn't have a full grip on her powers yet, so she reappears in her underwear. At this point, Chevelle said something about how blatant the scene was for Jessica Alba to show off her body. How did I respond? Well, I ignored what Chevelle said, but grabbed her knee, then turned towards her and asked, "ARE YOU AS TURNED ON AS I AM?!" with rape eyes. Then I started squeezing while staring. I don't know if the look she gave was that of pure terror or pure, "What the SHIT?" but I couldn't keep my face the way it was. In short, I made Chevelle break her mamby -pamby rule against heckling the movie in theaters. I call it making the movie better.

Then on Sunday, there was a little show we went to at the Music Farm, put on by Hot Hot Heat. It started off decently small, as it was just me and Chevelle. But I found out that my mom and I were going to Mt. Pleasant for a dinner with some families. Families with kids that also were going to Hot Hot Heat. Kids that weren't dudes. I invited Chevelle to come eat with us, since I'm lazy and don't feel like doubling back and all that kinda stuff. Also cheap. The show though, was pretty downright awesome. World Leader Pretend, followed by Eisley, with Hot Hot Heat as the headliners. I liked World Leader Pretend a lot more than I thought I would, seeing as how all the bands that night were along the same minimalistic style vein. That and HHH's guitarist doesn't like to show any more emotion than young Anakin Skywalker during songs. Lucky for us, nobody really came to see this show, meaning my assumptions about the turnout were right. The Music Farm generally never fills up unless it's a bigger name rock show (PM5K lolz). I was digging all the bands that night, and the piano player from Eisley is super cute (it's a mostly girl band...you faggots), so it was a $10 well spent. Only drawback was that I got home at like 2am. So I didn't go to class the next day. Not like it killed my grade on the test or anything. I still beat Mike's score...by a SINGLE POINT.

So now, I'm at work in my office, twitching and occaisonally gagging. Why? I was up till 5 this morning working on a paper I turned in at 8. I bought myself a Monster and put it in the fridge with a bottle of Starbuck's before going to bed. Three hours later, I had a bowl of cereal, followed by 32 ounces of CARBONATED LIQUID ANGER with a coffee chaser to hopefully smooth things out. Big mistake. Everything was firing at the wrong times during class. I thought everything was funnier than it should be, and had muscles twitching almost constantly. Monster may or may not work, but it makes you more jittery and paranoid than a known child pornographer at the sound of police sirens (or TC at the prospect of a diet/running 10 feet, if you want a more tame example). I can barely type seven words without making an error, and I have to enter an enormous amount of data into the computar here.

I need a nap...for 3 days.

Also, my friend's sister wants to marry me. Seriously, she called me and our conversation went through things like grounds for using the belt with OUR kids. This is supposed to happen in 3 years...how did things end up like this? @_@

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ATOMICS!!!!!!!