Ug. I had some interesting thoughts to express yesterday, but they are all lost to me know. Hmm.. Well, school sucks. Actually, not really. It's just that I can't concentrate enough to care about school sucking. I'd rather be sleeping or playing video games or dreaming of pretty ladies walking down the street. Pretty ladies, the kind I like to meet...

Yea, so anyway--oh, i remember something I wanted to talk about. You know, i'm still waiting for that one girl who is butch, but in a real sexy kind of way. And by butch, i don't mean that her mustache is thicker then mine. I'm talkin about like, "I play video games and soop up my car for fun, but I can still go home and take a 3 hour shower and pluck my eyebrows" kinda girl. I wouldn't even have to date her. I would be fine just being best friends with her.

And then, there is the Dawson's creek "You've been my friend since we were five and we've taken bathes together" kind of female best friend. I wouldn't mind having one of those either. Too bad I don't know any girls from that early of an age... but seriously, I may be making sure that my SON does. muahahhaa.

Alright, i guess that's enough thoughts for today... so i'll leave you with this:

If you're life time supply of candy runs out, does that mean you're about to die?

Weekly weekend ¿MyStiFieD? update:

Thursday: Friends are great. So is buying foam stuff to make carrying cases for my miniatures. Muahahahahaaa, i'm crazy! crazy i tell you! After that, I drank two sobe adrenaline powerdrinks and drove to maryland at 3 am.

Friday: Well, friday for me started at 3 pm, since I dropped unconscious for 7 hours. I think I went to sleep at like 9 am or something rediculous like that. After that we decided (to bore you with retarded writing about our day) to go run some 'errands'. Yea... we went out and bought stuff.

Saturday: Anime convention. I have pictures, but you'll have to wait. Remember, I like to surprise my adoring fans (all 5.1 of you), so you'll just have to keep checking and see! Come on, don't you want to see half naked scantily clad women in REAL life pretending to be anime characters??? don't youuu??? don't youuuu?? What? just cuz they don't have D cups.

Sunday: Austin Powers in Gold Member was the highlight of my day. GREAT movie. Those who like sick perverted twisted offensive humor, go for it! Then I drove home, not as adrenaline crazed as when I drove down, but it was still very interesting. Headsets make talking on the phone so fun!

Ok, so I sound a little hyper, but I assure you, i'm not. Right now, i'm actually very tired. Still recovering from a busy weekend, and as fun as it was, I need some chill time.

So i'm gonna sit back, get some lemonade, and go melt in the sweltering 95 degree heat.

Ok, i need to vent. Cuz i'm sick and tired of everyone being a wannabe and at least agreeing with the idea.

First topic. Subprofile. Granted, I may not have been the first one to get one of these, I am DAMN SURE i was the first one in my area to. I remember the first time I ever saw it too. My friend Jeff gave me his friend's SN, he told me to look at his profile. I looked, and I was amazed because he had a link that opened up within his profile window. woohhhh, kooooool. So I eventually found out it was called subprofile and I opened my own account. Then two months later, everyone I know suddenly had a subprofile. I stopped using it. Also, i figured out how the coding worked, and could link my own webpages into the profile window without the help of some stupid program who's job it was to advertise itself.

Next topic: Web Journals/blogs/Xanga(which i still have no idea what the fuck it means or stands for). Alright, no need to talk shit, I'll just state it plain and simple: To everyone that reads my shit and doesn't believe that I was the first one to start a web journal... why don't we just fuckin click through the archives and see who has the earliest first post date? I'm pretty sure mine will be the oldest.

I remember when I first started blogging too. I actually had to go and look to find blog, which I can't say for the majority of the people who use it today. (Oooh, wow, so and so's page is so pretty, I'm going to make one too!) I just wanted a webpage where I could post journal entries. Doing the HTML and redoing it every day sucked. I wanted a program where I could just type, and it would post everything in an orderly fashion for me. I first I found this diarypage, but it wasn't as customizable as I wanted it to be. Then either my twin or one of her friends (I think Xinlei) had a web journal, except, back then, it was all tied into a person's webpage so you couldn't really tell it was a seperate program that was used to post the entries. They kept referring to it as a "Weblog" so I was curious and typed it into a search engine. Well, I clicked the first link that came up and it just happened to be Blogger.com. I've been happy with it ever since.

So there, don't mean to hate on anything for those of you who know have gotten into the personal web journal thing. But shit, where does the line end? Is it going to get to the point where people don't talk to each other anymore because all they do is read each other's web journals? For real, that's why I don't post about my day. (BECAUSE THAT'S FUCKING STUPID. NOBODY WANTS TO READ ABOUT YOUR BORING LIFE.) So instead, i just just write interesting tidbits down. If a person wants to know more, they can contact me and talk to me. I use my blog as a tool to socialize, not as a tool to help me not talk to anyone anymore.

But all I gotta say to all you mother fuckers who have web journals and subprofiles:

I'm a mother fuckin trendsetter. (At least amongst my less tech savvy friends.)

I just think the internet doesn't like me. Today, of course, like yesterday, was one of those days where I NEED internet. Cuz, well, duh, it's tuesday and it's basically the only day I have classes (read: HW due). So, the God of "I HATE ALL THINGS MYSTIC" decided to stick his pinky out and do things to piss me off.

Well, now it's back... WHEN CLASSES ARE OVER. And more so with the rubbing of poo in my face (see yesterday's entry), my computer was the only one that was not working. So I had to reset the router and my computer, and wait for things to work.

And because the God of "I HATE ALL THINGS MYSTIC" wants to piss me off beyond all reason, it takes 15 minutes for my computer to restart.
I'll run you through the process:
Oh, i need to restart.
*Click on restart shit*
Computer pretends to restart, then freezes.
*Ctrl-Alt-Del... ... ... Crtl-Alt-Del... ... *
Mother *bleep bleep bleeeeeeep bleep bleep*
*Ctrl-Alt-Del x ten million times*
Sigh.
*Holds down power button for manual restart*
Ok, now restart, for I the Mystic commands thee!
*Windows load screen comes up... then freezes*
Mother *bleep bleep bleeeeeep bleep bleep*
*Holds down power button for manual restart*
Fine, i'll just go get a drink and hopes this works.
*While the mystic is away, the mother fuckers come out to play*
"Windows did not start up properly, and since you are away, we'll just slowly count down and put the computer into safe mode so that when you get back, you'll have to restart again? 5... 4... coming back? no? 3.. 2... oh, shit, he's coming, hurry up! 1... 0! SUCKAH! *
Mother *bleep bleep bleeeeeep bleep bleep* not safe mode, no!
*Clicks on restart shit*
Freezes.
Mother *blee-- ok, well, you get the point.

This process repeats itself until finally by some random string of luck, it works, and i'm finally back on the net. And you sometimes wonder why i'm online 24/7. Because if i turned my computer off, there's a chance that it would die and never turn back on again.

Is there a god? Yes.

And He hates me.

I swear, sometimes I think the world is out to get me. Here are some examples.

Every time I get my hair cut, i say the same thing. "Just fade the sides and back, and spike the top." I swear though, EVERY FUGGIN TIME it comes out differently. My god, hair stylist need to agree on what the words "fade" and "spike" mean in terms of hair cuts.

The other thing is my freakin cable modem. It always decides to stop working when I need it the most. To rub it in my face, it started working, but then, the websites that I needed to go to check homework were down.

God damn it, so pissed off I don't even feel like writing anymore.

For real, just poop on my face already.

Wow. I'm fully nocturnal again.

But first, on a sidenote. I hate my cable modem and everything attached to it. It ALWAYS gives me trouble! I was without internet for a whole day. a WHOLE DAY. That's horrible. So many withdrawal symptoms... ug.

Yea, fully nocturnal again. Went to sleep every day this weekend (from thursday), AFTER the sun came up.

Spent all of yesterday with my buddy Brian. Definately kool to chill with him especially since he drove like six hours just to chill with me. Yea. How many people do YOU know who'd drive six hours to visit you? I can only name a few.

So yea, tonight is going to be more chillin, followed me some chillin, and then, maybe a break of chillin to get away from chillin.

Alright, see you when the sun goes down.

Alright. Now that I officially got my friend into my miniature's game... we are now fully nocturnal. So, the problem. Sleeping at 9 am and wakeing up at 4 pm (it' 5 right now, buddy), and wanting to go to places that close at 8 pm. Eesh.

So... well, yea. We duked it out last night in a rather average size game. The game ended up being a tie, with BT showing considerable knowledge in tactics for a beginner.

Both side had bad dice rolls, but you know, that's how it goes.

I'll leave now, because only like 0.000001 percent of you even care about what i'm talking about.

ASSHOLES.

Well, woke up today at 3 pm after sleeping for 14 hours. How did I sleep 14 hours? simple! Let me tell you:

Me: Oh, well, it's 10:30 pm monday night, I have class tomorrow. So i guess now is a good time to do my Ethics essay/take home quiz for tomorrow. Ah yes, wait, before I start, let me check my other classes' webpages to see if I have anything else due. I'm pretty sure i don't... but... hmm..

*Clicks into Computer Science webpage*

Me: WHAT??? Program due tomorrow??? Shit! Yo Tron! before you go to sleep, help me.

*Does most of computer program*

Me: Phew, it's only 1 am, I'm glad I got it undercontrol, thanks tron, you are dismissed you puny servant of mine. Ok, now to do my ethics essay. Oh wait, I still have more classes to check.

*Clicks to Discrete Math webpage... goes to announcements page*

Me: WHAT??? MIDTERM at EIGHT AM????? Why does god hate me? (oh yea, i remember why). Sigh, I guess I have to study for that shit too.. but first, let's do the ethics essay.

*Blows through essay like a hot knife through butter*

Me: Ah, that was fun. I am the literary master debater. Ok, well, before I study, I should make sure that my program is fully completely and 100% working. Since it's only 3:00 am, I should be able to get some sleep before the midterm.

*Finishes writing program and compiles it*

Me: WHAT??? Five Million Errors??? woh. I didn't even know you could get five million errors. Holy shit.

*Spends three more hours on program, with various other errors presented including one that says "Call Microsoft techinical support (BECAUSE YOU CAN'T PROGRAM FOR SHIT)*

Me: Fuggit, I give up. Tron can look at it tomorrow. Ug... 6 am... I should sleep a little bit at least... I'll wake up at like 7 am and study.

*Lies in bed for an hour too stressed out and feeling like nothing was uncomplished this night, so therefore cannot sleep*

Me (as zombie): Uhhhhh... arrrggghhh.. must.... studddyyyy....

*Finit*

So anyway, to rub shit all over my face with an anthrax infested napkin... I bombed the midterm, then went to comp sci and found out that he decided he didn't want to give out the program to do anyway. Then, I couldn't take a nap because I have a night class on journalism, and had to finish up all my homework, and read all the previous newspapers of the week for the quiz that we have every class.

When I came home, I was too tired to sleep, So I stayed up past 1 am before finally passing out.

It's ok though, cuz i'm still smiling.

Always smiling. =)

Whoever made this deserves to die: http://www.b3ta.com/spidermanwillmakeyougay/

How dare they. I'm gonna cry.

And have nightmares tonight.

Welp.. apparently this is what life has become:

*Conversation on how me and my roomate jeeves should communicate*

Mystic511: we'll just stick with aim
AskJeeves.com: there's always that chance
AskJeeves.com: we could
AskJeeves.com: just talk to each other
AskJeeves.com: in GASP
AskJeeves.com: person
AskJeeves.com: whoa
Mystic511: in person?? what the hell is that?
Mystic511: HOLY SHIT, new concept
Mystic511: my brain is going into overdrive.
AskJeeves.com: I know. I read about in one of my history books.
AskJeeves.com: People used to sit around...
AskJeeves.com: and talk
AskJeeves.com: and converse
AskJeeves.com: it sounds so..
AskJeeves.com: ancient
Mystic511: wait.. wait.. you mean like.. on a cellphone?
Mystic511: that's the closest thing I know of to this "in person" shit
AskJeeves.com: no no no, they'd like--arrange to meet each other at some time and place
AskJeeves.com: and then they'd sit around...
AskJeeves.com: atsome sort of gathering area
AskJeeves.com: and use their mouths (the same ones we use for cell phones)
AskJeeves.com: and ears (also..ones we use for cell phones)
AskJeeves.com: and just listen and talk to each other
AskJeeves.com: yeah, i know..it's fucked up shit
Mystic511: unbelievable.
AskJeeves.com: so much energy to just...talk.
Mystic511: yea man, that's the biggest bunch of crap i've ever heard.

I don't deal in this "Real Life" crap.

Chaos at the house last night. AGAIN. Except, this time it may be the final straw. I mean, the cops came. And plus, I think our landlord is raising the rent of this place because of the parties. I can't say for sure though, but if i were a landlord, i'd probably raise the rent to try to get us to leave instead of just flat out saying we can't live here anymore.

Other then that, not much happened. Ok, so some stuff happened, but I don't feel like typing about it.

So there.

Ever notice that commercials make absolutely no sense these days?

(Ever think that you posted about this already?)

Well, yea, so like, a truck is speeding along about to kill a turtle, when suddenly it stops. The guy then gets out of the truck and whips a smudge of dirt off the turtle with a bounty and throws it away. A cop then pulls up and fines the guy for littering. A sniper then shoots the cop, but misses and hits the turtle. The punchline is then printed across the screen: "Shoulda stayed home and used the Yellow Pages."

WHAT THE FUCK??? Yes, i know, i made that up, but fuckin hell, that might as well have been a commercial. That's exactly the same brain cell killing crap that's on TV nowadays. Holy shit, the next generation of kids are going to grow up being DUMB AS HELL because the current generation of marketers are FUCKING MORONS.

Fuck it, the world is going to blow. Guaranteed.

Or your money back.

Haha, just found the best link ever. (Next to the "girls are evil" link, of course).
Total Parody of Korean Guys

Well, today I have a couple random things I'd like to list before I go away for the weekend. (What? I go away every weekend.)

First, the use of the word 'ignorant' in the wrong context. That in itself is IGNORANT (see? proper context). Ignorant, sadly, used in the ignorant form sounds something like this. "Ew, you didn't have to spit next to me and be all ignorant like that." That, my friends, is WRONG. The proper word to use there would be "rude" or "A big faggotty asshole".

This is the proper definition of ignorant. Use it well, young padawan.

Secondly, i'd love to date a girl that looked like an elf. No, not an elf in the Santa Clause sense, but more of an elf in the Liv Tyler in Lord of the Rings Heavenly Goddess sense. High cheekbones, magical eyes, slender figures, pointy ears--ok, no pointy ears, but everything else is fine. I dunno, I play alot of video games, so elves are always so enchanting and wonderous to me. It would be like living out a fantasy. (Yes, me=psycho)

Thirdly, um... yea, i forget. See? This is why I write down my thoughts in a blog. Cuz i fucking forget them.

Damn it.

Who said words can't touch the soul?

GreatestGirlEver: i just wanted to let u kno .. my life is better becuz ure in it..
GreatestGirlEver: ^^*

It's not everyday someone realize how much a person means to them and then actually admits it. For those reading, I'd like to ask you to think about who is important to you, and perhaps, you too could affect their lives and warm their hearts. And no, it doesn't have to be to me. Cuz reading my blog is appreciation enough.

Chicken Soup for the Soul, ¿MyStiFieD? Style.

Internet is back. Yayyyy, life is good like a sack of potatoes on a french fry addicts recovery island.

What's new with me? Nothing. Just chillin. Same old same old. I'm just trying to figure out if I should take money over experience. I have this dreaded feeling that no matter what job I end up with, I'm going to hate it, so I might as well pick the one that gives me the most money right? Right? I dunno. Money is everything, but yet, it's not.

School sucks too. I decided to drop a class. Why? Cuz i'm stupid. Ok, so i'm not stupid, but I really can't pay attention in that class. For that, i might as well be stupid.

Alright, that's it for today kids. Everyone with AIM should check out my profile. It's my tribute to Full Metal Jacket.

If you don't know what that is... I got one word for you.

Poontang.

Interesting weekend. My life is always so interesting though, unlike yours. Muahaha. Anyway, internet is down AGAIN, so therefore life sucks. But at least let me tell some stories.

Yesterday, I played the biggest asshole ever in a game. Tron, Brian and I all rolled up to the local gaming store where Gamesworkshop (the makers of my miniature game) were giving away free stuff. This one guy comes up to me and asks me if I want to play. I agree, and he seemed like a nice guy. And then, we started to play, and I swear, the moon musta been full or some shit, cuz he turned into a ravaging beast that wanted to gouge my eyes out. Which is perfectly fine, I can deal with bloodlust, but he was also the rudest gamer I ever played in my life. He talked so much shit, that I wanted to punch him. He also had a 300 point handicap (if you don't know what this means, I don't feel like explaining it, so tough). He even said that his army was so unbeatable that even he "didn't think he could beat it."

On top of all of this, he also was very undignified and had no gaming etiquette whatsoever. Before the game started, he asked me what all my units did. I explained to him what did what, and when I went to ask him what his army's strengths and weaknesses was, he said that i shouldn't ask him and i'll find out when we started playing. That's BULLSHIT. How the fuck do you ask someone how their army works and then not return the favor??? Don't worry, i'll beat his ass later on. And then we'll play the game.

Today, was also a very intense day. Brian and I were bidding on E-Bay, yes, i'm a super nerd (pronounced: soo-pah nul-doh), and we were about to get a really good deal on this one bid. Basically we were going to get it for more then half off retail. Of course, I told brian that some asshole will probably try to outbid us in the last 30 seconds. With two minutes left, some guy bid, raising the price so we decided to increase our max bid incase we really did get outbid. Our max jumped from $80 to $90. I also set up a second window with an even higher max of $110.15 just in case. As soon as we rebid, I saw that our max bid was already outbid. There was only 15 seconds left, so I quickly shifted to the other bid window with my bid already placed and clicked the button. The screen changed, but it said "Auction has ended".

We hung our heads in shame, still in shock that we really did lose to an asshole in the last 15 seconds of bidding. I refreshed the window just to see who the ass was, and to see what the final bid price was. All of a sudden it said "Mystic511 has won this auction." The total price: $110.15!

It turned out that our bid did go through (I still don't know how), and we beat the guy by FIFTEEN cents. His max bid was $110!!!! We screamed in joy like little schoolgirls and proceeded to curse the other bidder out for putting us through what we went through for those precious last 20 seconds.

What? I already admited i'm a super nerd.

At least I accept it.

Happy Post-July Fourth. Celebrating our Nation's Independence, one year at a time.

Well, the 4th was rather interesting. It was a day of big booms. Oh yea, and fireworks too. As always, i'm not going to explain, and remain very cryptic in my new and improved ¿MyStiFieD? Summary:

Go home.
BBQ.
BBQ 2. Electric Boogaloo.
Fireworks.
Tears.
Cute Situations.
Awesome friends.
Fun times.
Tron's Mom.
Sleep for 14 hours.
Wake up.

See?? Wasn't that a great 4th? Man, I hope my beautiful writing has really enveloped you into my life and let you see things the way I see it!

Other then that, I came home to Philly. Oh yea, one more thing: Mad props to my friend BT for spontaneously coming up from Maryland to Philly at 2 am.

That's as kool as anything i'd ever do. Maybe kooler.

With a capital 'K'.

Ah, what a crazy night. But first off, i'd like to give a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Mina, who just so happens to be my pokemon Minabon (who evolved from Minature).

This blog entry is entitled "Stoo-Pid, episode two". Actually, i won't say much about it. All parties involved know the crazyness that grew like a tumor in my ass from the first hour. See kids, alcohol and depression just don't mix.

Some interesting highlights though:
One girl had my cellphone in her butt for a few minutes before she realized what happened.
One girl's little sister got drunk yet again, and proceed to piss off elder sibling.
One girl is damn cute. STILL. (This statement is purely platonic.)
Birthday girl took the meaning of "It's my party and I can cry if I want to (you would cry too if it happened to you)" a little too seriously. Hope you feel better Mina.
One guy is now officially a smoker. Him denying it just makes it all the more true, since we all know when you first start smoking, you deny it to everyone.
White people are still mad fun to chill with, especially when they are put in an environment they are not familiar with.
Our group's so called friends decided to bounce while falling 30 bucks short on their bill.
And remember, it always takes two hours to leave any given chill spot.

I did though, become very nostalgic at everything that happened. They are my old chill crew, so it made me happy to once again be with everyone. Except this time, everyone is a little more mature and can handle situations better. Most things were just brushed off as senseless and laughed away through the alcoholic stupor.

I'm especially proud of Hanna, since I can see that she has become ten-fold more mature then she used to be. She took charge of every situation. She made sure everyone wasn't being stupid. She enforced everything. It was great to see her in such a position of leadership and of course, it felt great to not have to take control of anything and let someone else do all the work (since i used to be the one who took care of everything).

Maybe one day we'll all live in a perfect world. But until then:

These are the Days of Our (Egg Harbor) Lives.

Today's topic is Cellphones. I'd really like to be hateful about it and scream at everyone for falling into a trend. Then yell about how everyone has one and they're gay, but I can't. Having owned seven cellphones in my life, i'm not one to judge others. This blog IS about cellphone etiquette. You know what I mean. There are just some people that are plain rude and obnoxious when they are on the phone. It's to the point where you just go... is that freakin necessary for you to do that while on the phone?

We'll go from mild to worse:

1) People who leave their cellphones on the option "LOUD ASS RING" during class: Sure, i'm guilty of this too, but then again, who would have figured that someone would attempt to call me at 9 AM??? And it wasn't even my mom, so they have NO excuse. But yea, this is not as annoying as much as it is funny. The whole class just stops and stares at the person who starts to fumble through his pockets and bag looking for his phone. As entertaining as it is though, i'd rather not see it happen.

2) People who are on their cellphones while they are paying for a purchase: My god, it never happened to me (cuz i'm a lazy bum and never work), but I just feel bad for those who have had this happen to them. I saw it TWICE consectively when I went to KFC to eat.
"May I take your order?"
"yea baby, what are you doin today?" *pauses to let them finish phone convo*
"Oh, yea, lemme get a... um... hmm... number 7. *to phone* did you have fun?"
"What would you like to drink?" *pauses again.*
"That's kool. Huh? My drink? Hold on baby, let me finish my order. Yea, lemme get a pepsi."
"Your total is 5.87 (plus your soul for putting me through this hell, but you can't hear me cuz you're on your fuggin cellphone)"
"Yea, i'm just getting food at KFC, i'll be over later tonight" *Phone on shoulder as he fumbles through pocket for money. Then proceeds to only hand her a five dollar bill*
*Looks at the guy like he's retarded and shows him the five*.
Well, you know how this conversation is going, so i'm just gonna stop here and move on.

3) People who talk on their cellphones like they are speaking to everyone in the world: Mind you, this happens when there isn't that much noise around. So it's not even that fact that it's noisy. Let's say... a library (but that's the next one). Or, perhaps a nice casual restaurant.
"YEA, WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?"
"THAT'S KOOL, I JUST WANTED TO SAY WHAT'S UP"
"NO, I WAS JUST PICKING MY ASS AND THERE WEREN'T THAT MANY BUTTCRUMBS"
"YES, I KNOW, BUT TOILET PAPER IS ITCHY".

4) People who talk on their cellphones in the library: Ok, so we all know proper library etiquette states that you shouldn't be loud at a library. So when the freak did it become ok to have a full voiced conversation in one? And I don't mean, hey, i gotta go cuz i'm at the library. I mean they had their feet kicked up and relaxed, and just talkin on the phone like they were at their own house or some shit.

5) People who call you while talking to other people that they are currently with:
*ring ring*
*Mystic picks up* "Talk to me dirty."
"Yo bitch, what are you up to?" *off to the side* "hahahhahaha, yo, don't do that!"
"... I'm chillin, what are you--*
*off to the side again* "Nigga! I said stop playing! Huh? what did you say?"
"... What are you--"
"Haha, that was funny, do it again! Yo man, i'll call you back later, peace."
"Alright..."

6) People who use headsets: Ok, this isn't as annoying as much as it just freaks me the hell out. Like, when someone walks past you, and all of a sudden they go "Yea, so what are you up to?" And you look behind you to see if he might be talking to anyone else, and when you dont' see anyone, you wonder who the hell he is? And then he walks past and he's still talking and you finally realize he has a ear piece on that just so happens to be flesh colored with super camouflauge.

7) And the super annoying winner goes to: People who fuggin talk on the phone while driving! Hell, at least me, I have the common courtesy to drive slow as hell and try to end the conversation as soon as I humanly can. Other people just freakin make turns without looking both ways, drive in the fast lane at 40 mph, and switch lanes going at 85 without looking. Every single time I go, oh my god, why is the person driving like that? I see him/her on a cellphone.

Use a cellphone, sure. Use it like a moron? NO. NO NO NO.

No.

Holy Crap. Happy July 1st to you too. Weekend summary? Sure, why not:

Friday: Job interviews. Well, apparently me listing my personal webpage on my resume was a bad idea, as one of my employers actually read through all my personal thoughts. Luckily I didn't say anything that might offend my future employers. Unless... "Then I'll decide who gets to own my soul for six months." (see below) actually offended him. In which case, eep, sorry? Well, at least now you know what kind of employee I will be, and you can decide non-objectively based on my skill and not my personality/race/gender. From job interviews, we proceeded straight to Gamesday.

Saturday: Alright, so we didnt' see much of Gamesday on Friday. What is gamesday? Gamesday was a gaming convention based around the miniature game that I play and paint. We did, though, spend the whole day saturday there, and I enjoyed very much the geekdom aura that flashed around me. No hot girls (gasp), but you know, I made that up with sunday.

Sunday: My friend threw a party. And with it, he hired a house stripper. I think the internet should be censored enough that I shouldn't reveal the activities of the night. But I have to defend myself and say that I didn't do half the things I would have wanted to, purely out of respect for women. (Either that or I was too cheap to pay her outrageous tip prices.. but the world will never know).

Other then that, I think I want to date a white girl. They seem like they would be less trouble. Asian girls. Gorgeous, cute, loyal. But also very fickle, shallow, and CRAZY.

We'll see. We'll see.