First, let me say a couple things that should be mentioned, but is not worth a whole post on:

I hate drexel.
I hate rain.
I hate government policies.
I hate potholes.

Now, I'll start. Today's topic of conversation: Bad Breathe.

This week, I've wiffed alot of bandits of the mouthwash police. It's always the same thing. A person starts talking, you listen... and all of a sudden it hits you.

Sometimes it's sweet, like a rotten banana.
Sometimes it's tangy, like a rotten orange.
Sometimes it's tolerable, like rotting tomatoes.
[What's up with all my fruit analogies? More importantly... what's with me knowing what all these rotten things smell like?]
And sometimes it's rank, like they liked their armpits all morning.

How exactly do you tell somebody they have bad breath? You can't just go "WOH, hold it. FUCK... go brush your teeth man!" That would be mean. I can't be that mean. Maybe i'll start carrying around gum and just offering it to people who need it. Maybe I'll talk about some imaginary guy that has bad breathe, so they get all paranoid. Well, what i usually do is do the yawn thing.. where you try to smell your own breathe... The offender never gets the hint though.

Ah well... time to call drexel and threaten their lives if I don't get my way..

So brush your teeth and tongue, and chew some gum.. or else, someone someday might just say it to you.

"WOH, hold it. FUCK... go brush your teeth man!"

As I got off the escalator of the subway station and onto the streets of Washington DC, I looked down the street toward the building I worked in. The guitarist that sets himself up one a week played his mellow tunes in the backround, and people dressed importantly with suits, ties and briefcases rushed past me. Road workers drilled and paved a section of the road I walked down, and the mellow beats of the guitarist fought to keep up with the hums and growls of diesal engines and heavy machinary.

That's when it hit me: None of this felt real.

I have been working for the United States Health and Human Services Office of Information and Technology Division since September. Even now, I still could not believe I was here. Not because it was amazing, but more of the fact that I had no idea what to feel. I thought to myself, is this the kind of environment I want to be stuck in for the next forty years of my life? This was exactly the kind of job I would net with my current major and area of expertise, but it felt like a dead end to me.

I don't ever see myself settling down in one job, in one area of skill to work for a living. I know that is the only way I'll ever become successful and make any substantial amount of money, but at the cost of what? I am too much of a free roaming spirit to be cubed in a cubicle for the rest of my life.

My horoscope says Taurus' are suppose to be grounded people, that they like to settle down and know what's around them. But right now, that doesn't seem real to me. Everything I do right now doesn't seem real.

Perhaps one day I'll find something to grasp to, so I can settle down to something real. But for now, I haven't found it yet.

Weekend update. Plain and simple:

Friday: Drove up to Philly... this will be happening alot since i'm in the process of moving in. Didn't really do much.. decided to go home to jersey since i had stuff to do.

Saturday: Did everything I had to do. Stopped around a Junkyard for an hour too. It was some fun stuff. Like some sort of car graveyard, it was depressing, but at the same time, it was a happy moment, knowing that I could strip these cars for anything I needed. I got quoted on getting four rims... 5 bucks each. But I couldn't find anything that would fit my car.

Went back to philly. Chilled with Catwoman and Supergirl. It's really fun being in an apartment with six girls. If Heaven was anything I'd want it to be, I'd want it to be like that.

Sunday: Woke up, drove home. Watched Black Hawk Down. Decent movie. It ain't no Saving Private Ryan, but it was watchable.

That's about it.

For today, I got yelled at by my supervisor. Well, actually it was more of a chastising. But I don't really care, I'm more pissed off then I am anything else.. cuz it's just full of shit what I have to deal with. Which mostly consists of absolutely nothing.

I mean, who the hell doesn't assign you any work, and then yells at you for not doing work?

I've discovered something that just might rival the deli counter at Wawa. Well, maybe not rival.. but it serves as a good replacement. Wawa being new jersey/delaware's version of 7-11. What you say? I'll tell you. Right... about... now. The 1/3 pound cheeseburger dog from 7-11. Sure, it looks shitty, but damn, does it taste good.

I just got back from cheeseburger bliss and I was driving home when this Eagle Talon pulls up next to me. I don't know if he was trying to race or whatever.. but he had a few mods on his car. I just rolled down my window and gave him the thumbs up. He smiled and waved his acknowledgement to me. I was in too good of a mood to race and it's always nice to meet a fellow car enthusiast.

I'll update on my weekend tomorrow.. my internet is being gay (therefore pissing me off) and I don't feel like writing anymore.

I found some dude that parks at my subway station.. drives a Eagle Talon ESi. I left him a note on his car and he replied back.. hopefully I can draw him into the import mods scene. Man, and I don't even get paid to do this.

I'm still in my denial phase about never possibly having enough money to afford a turbo for my car. Sure, it sounds nice.. but realistically, my wallet says no.

Not only am i going to blow a wad (of cash) when i go to england, but a month after that, I'll be moving back to philly. My rent per month is going to be $415 since i'm now in one of the big rooms and three months rent is due up front. On top of that, I'll have to spend money on basic nessecities in the house, but you can read yesterdays post for those details.

So what does my car need that I'll probably never get?

First, Basic "Necessaties":
B&M Short Shifter ~$200 - Freakin stock shifters are ugly, and I don't want to just cut it.. that's too ghetto in my opinion.
Spark plugs and wires $100 - Can't go wrong getting some specifically sports tuned ignition parts.. should help out alot.
Bored Throttle Body ~$150-200 - Getting someone's extra TB, and then going to send it off to be bored.
Big Brake upgrade and good brakepads ~500 - driving fast equals the need to brake faster.
Second set of rims ~400-800 - I'll probably get a set of stock rims or something, for the track and for winter time.
Get Coilovers and shocks/struts. 700 bucks for the normal setup... but me, i want to get true coilovers that'll cost me 1200.. And actually, that might happen by june.

So turbo money? yea right.

Now things that I MIGHT get depending on the situation and pricing:

Carbon Fiber Wing.
Carbon Fiber Hood.
Carbon Fiber Dash kit.
Smoked Taillights.
HID conversion for headlights.
Aftermarket Head Unit for audio stuff.
Some nice speakers.
Wireloom kit.
Maybe some polished header for show value if i can find it cheap and/or used.

Damn it, all i have to do now is win the lottery... or rob a bank.. either way, at least i can complete my goals.

First off, for all of you who read my blog... hit me up sometime. I like to know who reads about my life. Cuz really, it amazes me that people do. I won't bite. IM me. E-mail me. Send me things and maybe i'll post a pic of me flashing my boobs. Oh wait.. i'm not a webcam girl. darn.

I joined the HHS Health and Wellness Gym yesterday... 22 bucks for the next month or so until I leave.. not bad, considering since it's at work, i can go whenever i want. Lifted like crazy yesterday, and i'm not in pain... yet. I know from personal experience that your muscles feel fine the first day; their way of tricking you so that you'll DIE tomorrow. I'm prepared to die this time. Maybe.

In other news, it's hard organizing living arrangments when you have to do it all on your own. Lamps, pots, pans, dishes, rugs, furniture, pool table, pinball machine, cable modem access.... you know.. all the necessaties one REALLY needs in a house. Things like air conditioning and water aren't that important compared to that. My friends suggested that we just use the pooltable as our dining room table... I, of course, called it blasphemous.

Figuring out how to run a cable modem line to five computers will be a wonderful problem to try to tackle though. If you or someone you know has done this before.. or would like to try to do this... feel free to email me and tell me.

Until then.. let freedom ring... and doorbells too.

Spring is a time of new starts, new beginnings, growth, birth, revitalization, and other various things of that nature. This spring is looking to be great. Well, not great great. But great in the sense that my friends and I will have a new start, with new beginnings, where we can grow, build a nice house, and put the "extra" back in extraordinary.

That house is OURS baby. We got it. We own it. Open invitation to all girls: If you wanna come over and spend the night with me, feel free. You can be my teddy bear and do my laundry. And then we can Snuggle. (if you don't get that, you are a sheltered little child.)

It's amazing how life is so different when your way of life changes overnight. You start realizing things you never did before, because you never really thought about it. Even the simplest things as to what you do right before you sleep become different. If you don't know what i'm talking about... then you haven't experienced the change.... sooner or later you will.. and I just want you to know that if you look at the positives, it'll all be ok.

I ramble, yes, I know. But I also like for you to think about things. In the end, I did it for you.

How does one ruin a weekend that went by very well? By going back to work. But let's not sully my blogger by talking about blasphemous things such as work...

There's no point really to mention everything that happened, so i'll just highlight the events that are entertaining. Which just happen to be the things I actually remember.

Friday night: A group of my maryland friends decided to go up to Philly. The best part of the trip was that I didn't have to drive. I'm so sick of the three hour drive to get back up north these days. Though it sounded good at the time, it really wasn't. Three hours in a car packed with college supplies with a half opened window for most of the three hour drive and no heat (that was applicable) does not make for a pleasant drive. Well, in the end, it's still better then driving.

Saturday: Upon waking up, everyone is ready to go look at the house we might live in except for me. I have all of ten minutes to get ready. To say the least... i brushed my teeth in record time.

We walked at least twenty minutes in the new fallen snow (did i mention it started snowing friday night and was still snowing? no? well, guess what? i just did.) and tried to keep our ears from falling off as we looked for the landlord of the house.

The house is beautiful. Five bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen and living room dispersed through three floors. And to top it off, it had a basement with a washing machine and dryer. The only bad part of the house was the fact that two of the rooms were fairly larger then two other rooms, which were fairly larger then the one really tiny room. In the end, we managed to split it seme-decently to everyone, so i think everyone will be happy.

At night, it was still snowing, and we were deciding on if we should spend another night, or attempt to drive home. We thought the snow was letting up, so we decided to risk it. We couldn't have been more wrong. The roads resembled a ski slope. Everything was covered in snow, and you could only make out the tracks of previous cars that had braved the snow before us. That was the only way to tell where the road was. Other then that, it was just a blind guestimation of how to avoid death. We made it to a highway reststop.. only to decide to find a motel and camp out for the night.

Lesson to learn here: Risking a drive in the snow will result in physical and mental harm... at and the very least... inflict damage on your wallet.

Sunday: I woke up early to work on my car. To the car savvy: Installed an Injen Intake system. To the uncar savvy: Installed a part to make my car go vroom-vroom.

Problems occured though, and it seems that something was missing. To the car savvy: the vacuum tube connecting the intake to the engine head wasn't long enough. To the uncar savvy: thing no work to make car vroom-vroom.

Went to pepboys but the sun went down... decided to do it tomorrow.

Monday: Installed the intake with no problems. While I was doing it, I met a neighbor and his friends who were all into cars. An Acura Legend and a Jetta VR6 pushing 230 horsepower at least. Makes me feel puny. But then I drove my car, and man, doesn it sound nice. Car go VROOOAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOMMMMM.

I'm in love.

For my friend Jeff, this next entry has a title:

***Sticking Your Dick in a Cheese Grater***

Yesterday was a really busy day. In work, we're actually getting work. It's good, but it's bad. I want work, but I am also in the works for a second job. Working and then planning for another job's interview don't go well together.

The day goes by fairly hecticly, with Jeff flipping out and wanting to kill everyone in the government because of their bullshit rules and regulations. I'm backing him up 100%. So if he walks out on the job, there's a good chance i'm going with him.

At the end of the day, we leave work, and we start talking about how much the job isn't worth our time. Jeff mentions some girl who's still in highschool, and how she has a better job then us because she works for a lawfirm and makes 18 dollars an hours. Of course, me being the ass that I am, decided to ask how on earth she got that kind of job.

Almost at the same time, Jeff and I respond "Sucking Dick." and "Giving Head?" respectively. After a short pause, he goes on to say that maybe it isn't the case, because the girl has braces, and that it would hurt. I simply responded that some guys are kinky like that.

His simply said, "I don't know... it's like sticking your dick in a cheese grater."

Here's the kicker. This middle aged lady in front of us turns around and gives us the evil eye. She then gets up and walks away. She keeps staring at us, and Jeff asked "Do you think that lady got up and walked away because she heard us?"

That's when she spoke, and said something that I couldn't make out, but I know from the tone that it was chastizing us. Jeff was just laughing the whole time. I on the other hand shot my mouth on and said something like... "Some people should mind their own business and not listen in on private conversations that don't concern them."

I probably said some other things too, but i don't really remember, nor do I care to repeat them since they were probably really really mean.

So there you go Jeff, this one's for you. And it is definately Hiroshima-Nagasaki.

I need everyone to pray for me/wish me luck/hope for me/make sacrifices/kill rabbits/steal horseshoes/ask the spirits and keep me in mind because I *may* soon be working as a car sales associate. My face to face interview is on thursday, and i'm guessing i have that only because i did really well on the phone interview. But i really really want this job. I really really want to work with cars. I really really really want this job. So keep me in your thoughts as you fulfill your rituals, and help me pull through and net an awesome job.

And you used to say me always stuck on cars was a bad thing.

Work is starting to resemble what real work is supposed to be. At least, based on what i've heard through television and other mind control mass media broadcastings it seems reasonable so far.

I actually become overwhelmed with joy for a measly millisecond when my co-worker and I went down to the second floor to look at a program and attempt to find a resolution for the complaining party. It was short, but sweet. It actually released my mind from my mass automobile daydreams that plague me non-stop. Not that it's a bad thing to think about cars all the time, but hell, you can't help but worry when you do it for so long.

So what's next? Only time will tell. At least I don't say "Please stab me numerous times with a pen" anymore at work.

This weekend I went to a famous person's birthday party. Well, he's only famous to all my korean music fans (all one of you). It was Mr. Fly to the Sky Brian Joo's 21st birthday, and it was a day worth remember.

Let's just say he took his legal drinking rights a little too happily and ended up being HAPPY HAPPY the whole night. =)

I would post the pics, but i'm afraid of people stealing the images and having it passed all over the place. I value my boiz privacy and i'm going to respect it.

Of course, email me and ask me, and maybe i'll show you. Maybe.

And I watched Orange County. Great movie. Colin Hanks played his part perfectly, and Jack Black rocked my socks with his underwear-romping comedy. Go see it, before I beat your mother senseless.

My car is breaking apart and dying on me. The cause? Mostly me. I abuse her too much. She wants to be able to handle me and all my aggresive-ness, but I don't think she was built for me. Here are the list of problems.

The clutch feels awkward, even though I doubt anything is wrong.
I have a squeaky belt, most likely the alternator belt.
The driver's side suspension squeaks now... probably cuz i took a turn too hard.
The brakepads squeak too and I have to replace them.
The rpm's at idle seem to be kinda higher then usually, probably bad spark plugs, but i'm not sure.
Steering is awkward sometime, probably because of that bad alternator belt.
My driver side window washer/sprayer is clogged or busted, and that sucks.

Saddest part is that it's winter, and I work 9-5, so I never have enough daylight to do any of the work, it's getting way to cold outside to do anywork anyway, and most autorepair places close at 5 so I can't let someone else do it. Plus, I don't have any money. Well, I don't have any money I can spare.

In the end, I still love my car, and I'll keep it for a while. I'm still deciding if I want to get rid of it for something better, or just keep it and go all out with it. There's too many pro's and con's. In the end something will have to be sacrificed.

At the risk of being fruity, and losing my manhood, here is a picture of a rainbow:


It come to bloom at 8 am when I was going to work. It showed it's beauty amidst freezing rains and to the backround sound of the morning news as it murmured warnings of frozen roads and treacherous travels.

It was actually my good luck sign for the day.

So call me a homo if you want, but you have to admit, it's not every day you see a rainbow while cars are crashing a block away.

Unless you live in cali. Damn spoiled brats. (silly silly rabbit.)

Remember kids, don't fall asleep on a subway ride if your stop is one of the middle stops. Like me, you'll end up riding from one side of the metro to the other. And you'll be late for work. Do you know what they do to people who are late to work in the government? Sorry, i can't tell you, because then they'd do other horrible things to me that I couldn't tell you about.

It's mostly on the lines of BORING me to death.

I'm trying to think of cars i'd get with 12,000 dollars (See post below). Of course, an MR2 would be nice. A 240SX would be nice. An older Impreza 2.5RS wouldn't be bad either. I wouldn't mind a dodge neon, but all of my friends would band together and find someway to kill me for the "crime of driving a domestic".

Alright, well, Mcdonalds has 20 nuggets for $2.99, so i must go entertain the stomach and turn myself into one giant unedible nugget.

Kinda makes ya feel ¿MyStiFieD? Does it? Doesn't it?

Couple of interesting things happened yesterday. Sorry to my oh so faithful and true fans that check my blog everyday. And yes, i know they exist, well, at least one anyway, because I was told yesterday that I should update more often. Yea buddy, this one is for you. Feelin special yet? Good. Now give me a discount on those damn coilovers.

Which would be the second thing that happened to me last night. If you haven't been paying attention, me finding out that people really do read my blog is amazing. But anyway, I was offered a set of coilovers for a pretty reasonable price, as far as used coilovers are concerned. Now the problem is if i need to worry about getting aftermarket shocks because of the way the springs are. I don't want to have to do that. Aftermarket shocks are damn expensive and me, right now, looking into my wallet, I approximaninatalaly (spelling? ha.) have about... $120--ok.. bad example. Anyway, the point is, if i have to spend money on new shocks, then i probably have to live off ramen noodles and non-bottled water for the next few months. And i really really hate non-bottled water.

Third wonderful thing to happen to me yesterday, was that someone offered to buy my car for $12,000 in cash. It's such a tempting offer, because we all know I'd like to have a first generation eclipse all wheel drive turbo mustang crushing sleeper car. But at the same time, I love the way my car looks too much. And there is no way I could sell my car now and buy a 2g gsx because insurance would make my mom beat me repeatedly with a wooden spoon until I bleed from both ears. Psha, i'm a college student. You think I can pay for my own insurance? So I told him that if he wanted to buy it, he'd have to wait until March, because since i'm on my internship, I don't want to have to worry about finding a car and going through all that registration and insurance bs crap again.

So that was yesterday. Other things happened yesterday too, but nothing too exciting... much like your mom.

Time for the weekly weekend update. As usually, writing in the normal way isn't really appealing to me, mostly because I hate to turn this blog into an autobiography of my life. I don't want that. I want you readers to actually pay for that piece when I complete it at age thirty-five when I become famous for doing something. What something, I do not yet know, but it'll probably be really negative and net me lots of air time on national news stations.

The title of my book? "You Don't Know What It's Like..."

And you thought it would have ¿MyStiFied? in there. Now this weekend summary, randomly done in prices only:

Oil Change and special services: $120
Full Tank of Gas: $13
Movie Ticket for The Royal Tenenbaums: $8.50
The Ticket stub for my friend to get in: $0
Dinner at Taco Bell: $7
Shopping at Supermarket: $40
Dinner at Taco Bell: $8
Birthday Dinner at Bennigan's: $33

As you can see.. i spend more money then i make in a week. At this rate, i'll never get the stuff i want for my car.

I'm too tired to write about cars today. It took me "hella" long to create that article yesterday. stupid picture links. Stupid internet. Damn it. Someone buy me a first generation turbo eclipse all wheel drive and you can do whatever you want with me. Whoring me out is an option. You can't even begin to imagine the things i'd do for that car.

I remember the first day that I really got into cars. It was probably after I got bored of the simplicity of driving. From day one, it was simple. I had my license. I had a car. I drive car. Make it go vroom to well above the speed limit and enjoy the adrenaline of speed. But then speeding became the norm.

I've always been into the super cars. Ferarris, Porshes, Vipers, and Mclarens were all things of fantasy to me though. They were things I thought about driving, but I never planned my life around them, knowing they were insanely priced and not exactly reasonable.

One day, while sitting around with my friend from across the street, he starts talking about these little cars that had potential to become super fast. Honda Civics, Toyota Celicas, Acura Integras were all standard cars to me. It wasn't until he showed me a 300 horsepower civic that looked nicer then a porshe 911 did I realize my goal of speed was very well within reach. It was about time for a new car anyway.

I started some basic research, mostly just asking my friend what car he'd think would suit me. One day, we passed a Volkswagon Jetta, and I instantly fell in love with it. At this time, I didn't know what the car could do, or what it could look like, but I guess I just liked european cars (since most of the supercars are european after all).

Then The Fast and the Furious came out, and the world became fanatical about import racing. I was happy too. One of the cars driven by one of the main characters had a Jetta. With my mind now set, I went about trying to convince the parental units that a new car was a good idea. A good idea. Really mom, it's a good idea. I need it, it needs me, we need each other.

No.

Damn it.

The Jetta model that I wanted was a tad bit more then what could be afforded, so i looked for other cars. To summarize, everything that appealed to me seemed to be even MORE expensive then the Jetta. I decided then and there that if i couldn't buy a new car, I would invest money in a used car.

I searched and I found it: Mitsubishi Eclipse. Just like in the movie! (I didn't even know the movie affected me that much). This is when i started to buy import racing magazines too, and saw that the eclipse had a high potential in being a really fast car.

But it turns out that the model I bought was a lower end model that didn't even have the same engine as the ones the magazines talked about. Seriously, leave it to fate to be the one who gives me the hot looking blow up doll of a car. Sure, from far away, it looks like a real woman.. but when you go to grab up on it.. something just isn't right.

Yes, i admit maybe i jumped the gun too much when i decided to buy a new car, but you know, alot of positive things have come out of this. Because I was so forcefully driven (no pun intended) into proving that my car could compete with the big boys, I managed to learn just about everything I could about my car. I'm almost certain that if anything was ever broken in my car besides the engine and transmission, I could fix it, given enough time and with the proper tools.

One interesting thing though... on the irony of wanting the same eclipse as the movie... it turns out that the actual car it was based on is actually the lowest possible trim of the eclipse. Everything else... was just movie magic and exaggerations.

Yesterday, thanks to my friend and quarter-master brian, I am now the proud owner of The Fast and The Furious DVD!

Of course, it does everything to help me become even more obsessed with cars. But this entry, i'd like to talk about cars that I would like to own or work on in my lifetime. I'd like to weigh the pro's and con's of everything and come up with a vehicle that I will enjoy.

Of course, everyone who knows anything wants a Toyota Supra. Who wouldn't? I would. Not only because The Fast and The Furious said it was a car that could "decimate all others", But also, because the numbers have proven it. It is a car that has it's horsepower numbers in the 650's and higher, and these are cars that are driven on a daily basis. The con's? Same reason as the Pro's. Everyone wants one, everyone knows about it. It's just not a challenge anymore if you're just copying what someone else has done. (Oh yea, insurance is a bitch too. Did i mention it still cost $25,000 used?)

Same with the Mazda RX-7. Massive power, Vin Diesel's car, it's rotary engine is built and tested to be able to handle massive pressure. The downside is the engine is like no other, so maintenence is extremely difficult. Insurance still sucks.

Acura NSX? It's fast, it's vtec, it has killer handling ability that makes it feel like it's glued to the road. But it's too expensive and too heavy. $80,000 and nowhere near as powerful as the supra or rx-7 in my opinion. Insurance? ouch.

And then the infamous Nissan Skyline GT-R It is a wonderful dream car with all wheel drive, a six cylinder inline engine, a twin turbo setup that can skyrocket the car to 1000 hp... Only thing wrong is that it's not available in the US. Sure, i can import one, but i don't feel like learning to drive on the right side of the car. Insurance... i don't even want to think about trying to insure a car that isn't even released in the states.

And of course, one of my dream cars, the Mitsubishi 3000GT VR4. It is 320 horsepower with all wheel drive and looks better then your girlfriend naked. But sadly, from what I learned in these last six months of being a car enthusiat is that it is too heavy. Mitsubishi tried to make it the best possible car possible, and well, they did. But at the same time, because of that, it sucks. Too much to worry about at this point in my life. (And of course, insurance sucks).

The last of the powerhouses (that I can think of)... theNissan 300ZX has been growing on me lately. Sure, it's a little on the heavy side, but it has the looks that I like. Sure, it's no supra, and I know it'll probably never beat one. But that's the challenge of it. It's twin turbo, and nissan knows it's twin turbos (skyline), so i know it'll be an engine that'll handle the amateur abuse that I throw at it. Plus I want to have something that nobody else has (at least, fewer people have), and then build it to be respectable. And, the older versions look as good as the newer versions, because it's body style didn't change that much. I'd love to grab an old 300zx that's on it's last leg and build it up from scratch.

Well, that's it for today, and for me, the 300zx is what i'd pick for my top end high horsepower beast. Tomorrow, i'll do another class... maybe the middle end cars?

New Years was great. Here are some numbers:

4 Trays of Chinese Food.
6 Bags of Chips and Munchies
60 Bottles of Heineken
6 Bottles of Corona
6 Bottles of Smirnoff Ice
1 Bottle of Peach Schnapps
1 Bottle of Everclear
1 Bottle of Kettleone Vodka
3 Bottles of Champagne
2 Bottles of Pepsi
1 Bottle of Iced Tea
12 Cans of iced tea
1 Pitcher of Blue Kool-Aid
48 Plastic Cups (big)
60 Plastic Cups (small)
104 playing cars (two decks)
100 Cigarette Butts (at least)
35 Pairs of Shoes lined up on the steps (at least)
3 Rolls of toilet paper
1 person throwing up (skippy. haha)
2 Games of Queens
5 Games of Spoons
1 Game of Bullshit
Too many games of Viet Poker
1 Subaru Impreza WRX
1 Audi A4 Quattro
1 Honda Civic Si
1 Mitsubishi Eclipse (mine!)
6 Other various cars
10 Pictures taken (by me at least)
4 Times saying "happy new years!" (2 am reruns)
3 People I've never met before
1 Person coming in and not saying hi to me.
3 People sleeping on the floor
2 People sleeping in my bed
1 Person on the couch
6 Bags of Trash
4 Boxes of Trash
5 New Years Hats
2 New Years Horns
1 New Years Noise Maker
3 Complaints from neighbors
3 Hours of wrestling
5 People dropping in to "just say hi"
10 People who tried to call my old jersey cellphone number
1 Great Doorman (James)
1 Furry Thong
0 Resolutions
and
1 Case of Footsies

Overall a great time. Thanks to everyone that came. Thanks to everyone who stayed, and thanks to everyone who helped clean up.

Remember guys... next year... next year.