First, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who reads my blog. I say this now, because I probably won't be online for the next 4-5 days. Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks to everything and everyone who has been a part of my life. Thanks for all the little things. Thanks for all the major things. Thanks for the happy moments, thanks for hardships. Thanks for all material things, thanks for all memories. Thanks to Mom above all else, for bringing me into this world and keeping me on the right track. Thanks to (in no particular order): Brian, Brian, Jim, Pat, Juan, Tony, Terry, Tata, Jenny, Annie, Paul, Joe, Tron, Jeff, Jeeves, Skippy, Sean, My #1 fan Shelly, Erik, Frank, All Drexel peepz, All the Cherry Hill Crew, All the Philly heads, All AC girls, All in The Fam, All the people down in Florida, All the people in Cali (Twin, Fountain, Claire-bear, Art of Xinlei), Everyone in maryland who I didn't already name, And finally, everyone from 2gnt that's become like family.

Did I miss anyone?

Oh yea, thanks for such a fun job at PJM, though sometimes it may be a pain.

This weekend is going to a fun filled holiday of figuring out what to do next (doesn't that sound like every one of my vacations?). I brought this upon myself though. Gotta love it. What's on the list? Here goes:

Thanksgiving dinner.
Thanksgiving dinner #2.
Thanksgiving dinner #3.
*Research on pros and cons of bulemia*
Buy stuff and work on car in the morning to afternoon.
Either drive to maryland or drive to philly depending on day's situation.
By saturday, maryland.
Chill with Brian.
Do shit.
Eat thanksgiving leftovers.
Do some more shit.
Drive home.
Wake up for work.

Can't nobody bring me down, I got to keep on moving.

I'm pretty sure I've said this all before, but it definately doesn't hurt to repeat myself. The term friend is so general that it's almost useless. Here is a defination brought to you by dictionary.com:

A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement: friends of the clean air movement.

Well, gee.. that's like, everyone I know. Hell, that's like everyone I've yet to meet and become associated with.

Just keep that in mind for a second longer as I move on. Perhaps it is because I am an only child, but I hold friendship to a much higher standard then defined by any given dictionary. Of course, there are those generalized "friends" that everyone has, the ones that one socializes with and perhaps goes out to a club or a party together. But what about those friends that have become so personal with an individual that their lives have almost begun to intermingle? The best way for me to describe what I mean is to say it's akin to family, but mostly siblings. We all know that families fight. Older brothers pick on younger brothers. Older sisters tortures younger brothers. Younger brother's annoy the crap out of brothers and sisters alike. Sure, sounds negative, but remember, these are the same siblings that when the other is in trouble, they would DIE to save their own. This is the older brother who saves his younger brother from getting beat down by 3 bullies, this is the younger brother who punches his older sister's ex boyfriend in the face because of the heartbreak he caused her. Do you see my point?

To me, this is the same kind of bond that I would like to earn with all those who I would call friend. Yes, I said EARN, because one does not walk into a friendship assuming that this relationship will be instantaneous. One has to give a little to get a little. Now, to ME, a friend is someone who is there next to you through thick and thin. It is that few who feel comfortable enough sitting with you in the middle of nowhere, by yourselves, with nothing to do, and is content with just being there spending time. They are the ones who will tell you when they don't agree with what you have done or will do. They're the ones who tell me my new shirt makes me look like a flaming homo, when everyone else just nods politely and courteously tells me my shirt is nice. They aren't afraid to pick on me, to tease me, or to flat out insult me. And why should they be afraid? They are after all, the TRUE friend, the ones that have proven that no matter what they say, no matter what they do, they'll still be right there next to you, through all your troubles, to walk with you and guide you toward the future.

I'm the type of person that doesn't bother to even acknowledge the existance of those I consider to be beneath me. I would never give them two glances, let alone take the time to actually say anything to them, even if to demean them. So the next time I belittle you, or make you feel incompetent, just remember it's because you're more then a friend. I've reached that level of comfort with you where I'm fine with saying what's on my mind. And that makes you part of the family I never had.

You ugly bitchy babooned faced idiot.

See? It doesn't hurt so much when you know it's said out of love!

It only takes one incident to ruin your whole weekend. To me, it's like a hot air balloon (or something). You're having fun, rising rising, getting up into the sky when suddenly someone has to come and slice a hole in the balloon and send you flying away. *We're blasting off agaiiinnnn!*

So right. Onword with the ¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Update:

Friday:
Bond, bond. Shaken, not stirred. All you koreans, go watch the movie. It's about Korea. And well, without ruining the movie, let's just say that I think they showed korean mentally VERY well. Tee. Hee. Went with Joe and Fei, also went to Krispy Kreme. My god, so damn good.

Saturday: Drove home, saw mommy, did car shit, bought Esther a bday gift, went to her house, gave it to her. Met Esther's friend with a 300 whp naturally aspirated Supra. The rest.. well. *Deleted from memory*. Oops, I don't remember anything else.

Sunday: Drove home (philly home), intended to see movie, ended up not doing that, but went to Krispy Kreme. My god, so damn good.

Thank you for this installment of ¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Update.

It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's just not worth my time to say it.

Part 13 is up on the xanga.

Did ever you notice that every luxury car company doesn't bother name there cars. They all use alphanumeric naming systems. WTF is that?? I'd much rather drive a SKYLINE then a G35. And yes, it's the same damn car. Same thing with the Integra and the RSX. Those are both cars that when they came to america and became "luxury" alphabet soup. I don't understand, is it classier to drive a car that's just a few letters and numbers? Oh yes, my 37vx-cp Type Q is so much classier then your Altima.

I just thought i'd bring this up since we all know that I've been thinkin about luxury cars too much these days.

I think i'm just going to refer to luxury cars as "letters and numbers". Example sentence: Yup guys, next year, i'm going to get my own letters and numbers.

True dat... true dat.

I've always been a pretty plain sandwich kind of guy. You know, some bread, some meat, a little mayo, and some shredded lettuce. That's my wawa sub. Yup. A while back, i started goin just a little further. Now I throw in some pepper and oregeno. Recently though, i've started to throw even more crap in. Now it's sweet peppers and pickles. I swear, I think my new short term goal in life is to steadily increase what goes into my sandwich. One day, i'm going to just hit every single button on that wawa touch screen when I pick my condiments and extras.

That would be sweet.

Work is busy as hell. I know all my adoring fans (all 7.1 of you) miss me whenever I don't post. I've also noticed that my counter goes up more slowly for a few following days after I miss a post. Consistent posting seems to yield the most readers. I'm happy with my numbers though. read: you guys make me HAPPY. so keep reading.

That's it for now. Keep kicking my ass work, i enjoy the assplay.

Man, i had so much crap to talk about this morning... and then work happened. And then work made me forget about everything. And then I came home, and I wanted to write something, but i started playing sega GT2002 and I forgot all about it. After that, Smallville came on, and well, shit, you know how it goes.

The end.

Remember kids, you really thought I was going to end it didn't you?

Not yet.

So yea, freakin addicted to cars again. Ah yes, before i forget in my A.D.D. lack of short term memory lifestyle, let me amend/add one more car to my list of luxury sedans that I might get as my next car. The Audi S4 2.7T. Yes, that makes two audi's in my choice of five cars. What can I say? Germany rocks. Gotta love that Nazi technology. Right Tron?

Tomorrow I think i'm workin overtime, so if I forget to post.. ah well.

Like I forgot my roots.

As I was just telling Fountain (my bestest listening ear from the west coasts that puts up with all my BS), i found my perfect next car.

Ok, just let me run down what my requirements were for my next car:
-Luxury Car
-Four Door Sedan
-All Wheel Drive or Rear Wheel Drive
-Fast, or potential to be fast.
-Stick Shift

My top three runner ups were (in no particular order):
Audi A4 1.8t
-Pro's: Tested and proven engine that can push 300 hp easy with very little work. AWD.
-Con's: Alot of people have the car. It doesn't really stand out because of that fact.
Lexus IS300
-Pro's: Claims of over 600 hp from the after market world. Fairly new car that's somewhat rare.
-Con's: PRICES of those mods is nearly three times normal.
Infiniti G35 Sedan
-Pro's: Can you say Skyline engine in NA form? Very new car that's still pretty rare.
-Con's: Sedan, as of now, only comes in automatic form. As this is it's first year, i'm hoping that will change.

And my grand winner: (Which i'm hesitant to admit)
BMW M5.
Why am i hesitant to admit it? Well, ok, let me show you.
Pro's: M5. I don't need to say anything and everyone knows why it's hot.
Con's: The fact that I don't need to say anything pisses me off.

That's like driving a lamborgini or ferrari around town. It's already perfect, where's the fun in modding?

Well, the fact is, it can be modded to be even BETTER. But when you're runnin around with the M badge... nobody will eff with you. To me, that's just as bad as buying a mustang svt cobra.

I don't feel like explaining my standards. But if you care to know, please, IM me and i'll show you (like the comment button, buddy).

So, i'll end up with one of the runner ups, and IF... just IF that g35 gets released in manual sedan form.. that most likely will be the one.

Remember kids, sedans aren't hotter the coupes, but you'd be pissed off too if you every tried to fit more then 3 people in your 2 door beauty.

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend update, super saiyan # 7 edition:

*pyooooooo* (charging Chi)
Kaaaaaaaaaaaaamiiiiiiiii: (Friday)
Super Saiyan Mystic had a horrible day at working battling the forces of boredom and tedius mundane tasks. He had to call all the strength of Super Saiyan 4, maybe up to 5 just to stay awake and kung fu the ass out of the work day. After his major battle, he sought friends. Those friends taught him oragami to calm his Might Super Saiyan Powers and then further reinforced calm and goodness by going to get bubble tea. Then Super Saiyan Mystic enjoyed a nice movie with some new people that he just met and had a good time with.

aaahhhhhhmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii: (Saturday)
Super Saiyan Mystic prepared for a long journey to the Void of IMPATIENCE AND LUST (also known as the new Krispy Kreme Donut store on route 1) with his friends Joejito and GoTim. There he had to battle his inner demons as he waited slowllyyyyy in line for the infamous Lord of the Donut to pass him a free warm ooing scrumptous treat. Super Saiyan Mystic then had to burst (*pyoooooo*) his chi and hit super saiyan 5, maybe even 6 just to control his desires. After the Void of Impatience and Lust, Super Saiyan Mystic and his friends traveled with seven boxes of treats to the movie theatre to watch '8 Mile'.

Oh, but the day was not over yet! Ok, it was pretty much over. But Super Saiyan Mystic did battle the forces of spicey goodness at 69th Street at some Noodle Bar or something with Joejito.

AAHHHHHHHHHHH: (Sunday) *PyoooooOOoOOO* *Pow* *Wooooooooooshhhh* *BOOOM* (Fireball shoots out)
Super Saiyan Mystic just woke up.

There you go, hope you enjoyed the read.

Remember Kids, you're not corny unless you eat alot of corn.

Every day, I drop my cellphone at least once. Today, it's been twice so far. But no, i'm not done. See, usually, when I drop the phone, it's like, oh, darn, dropped the phone. *pick it up.* But today, each time i dropped the phone, it was like a catastrophic explosion. The phone literally shattered into 5 pieces. Faceplate, backplate, battery, and keypad. I was like... WHAT. THE. FFFFFFRUIT?

And then it happened again. Now, I'm just waiting for it to happen again. And again and again until the phone breaks. And then I'm going to considering getting a Nextel..and then going to convince all my friends to get nextels. This way, we can all talk like one big gay frat party!

I really wish I had something interesting to talk about.. but I don't.

I think I've just about covered every situation that could possibly happen in my life. Two years worth of blog entries will do that. You should go back and read the archives. Better do it fast. One day, this whole blog is just going to be published and become a New York Time's number one best seller. And you can say you read it first.

Remember kids, one day 7 years from now when you walk into Barnes and Nobles and see "¿MyStiFied?" or "The Mystic" anywhere on a book... you better pick it up and see if i'm the author. Or else.

Damn it, I missed posting on Wednesday by 25 seconds (look at the post time on the entry below).

I really didn't have anything to write, but now that I missed wednesday, I might as well not sound so mysterious.... even though i'm the Mystic. Right. So today was a day of plans going completely wrong.

I thought I was going to work today, doing postings while my friend was at the corporate meeting...
Well, I walk into work.. my friend was at work.. and he tells me *I* have to go to the meeting cuz he can't. Well... eff. So then i walk over to find out the meeting details.. and they tell me I should leave to go for that. Well... eff. The meeting is in deleware.. and I was SO not dressed for a corporate meeting.

So effing all the way, i drive home, change and shave, and head down there. Good part is, there was food.. bad part is, i didn't have enough time to enjoy it. So effed once again, I begin my microphone running (that was my job at the meeting.. give microphone to people who want to speak). After a while, i was still being effed, because the other mic runners were not helping me out as much as I would have liked, and I ended up running around more then I should have.

And like all the meetings that PJM has.. there was lots of munchies and other deserts.. .and I was so effed because *I* wasn't allowed to get any... had to keep my eye on any stakeholders that wanted to talk. People kepted taking the things I wanted.. and i was like.. eff.. .eff... eff... EFF...

But it's all good, when i left, I took like 8 cookies.

Damn right.

Remember kids, look below if you think i'm going to write another one of these.

Nothing to write today.

But part 12 is up on the xanga.

Remember kids, life is short, but that doesn't mean midgets are for you.

Not much of a picture poster, but this is pretty nostalgic for me... old chill crew (well, one of them) and new rutgers friends. Sad part is that Hanna was takin the pic.. so I decided to add her in, so she could be part of such a loving memory:

What exactly is she staring at? I don't know. Maybe boots, maybe 150 dollar roach bags. But all i know is she's part of the picture now. Haha. Thanks Tata (sorta) for the pic.

And now, moving on. My new hair color:

My manager at work described my hair as "Merlot" colored... (which by the way, is a dark red wine) Um.. sure. Me thinks she hits the Merlot too much.

Ok.. so i didn't have that many pictures...

How about my latest Counterstrike memory? :

Hell yea FOcker... 12 to 1. I rock.

Remember kids, when you're trapped in a corner with no where to run, and you think that your life is about to end... well, it is. But don't worry, that's what reset buttons are for.

Today's Boondock's comic: Kid reading paper. After the brutal slaying of hip-hop pioneer Jam Master Jay, some are complaining about the way hip-hop is being portrayed in the media. Next frame. The media is trying to make hip-hop out to be negative. Hip-hop isn't about guns and violence. It's about the fun and good feeing. Last frame. ... said local rappers "Shotguns" and "Uzee" of the "East-Side Killahs" rap group.

Haha, i love irony.

I was really angry last night. I half don't think I had a good reason, but I half think I did. Of course, like always, my anger is not directed toward what actually happened, but the circumstances of actually having to deal with that situation to begin with. I'm rather insulted though, that a person who has known me for so long didn't know any better. Piss me off, fine. Suffer the consequences too.

Oh yea, people who have webpages like mine can blow me. I may not be the first to make such a page, nor may my site be as popular, but I'm waaay freakin cooler then you any day of the week. Loser.

Remember kids, success is not measured by the amount of money you have nor success of your life. All that matters is your shoe size... Cuz you know what they say about big feet.

I don't usually mention names on my blog, except for a few very close friends, but I think this deserves some attention.

Apparently some people have decided to mention everyone they chilled with saturday night except for me and paul. And usually, i wouldn't even care, but like i always say... once is an accident, twice is an incident.

Ok.. so i just made that up, but still, sounds good.

So i'm happy to say that I chilled with Hanna, Janet, Paul, Max, Mike, Abe, Pohdoh and her friend who's name I forgot.

Nobody else was there.

Remember kids, it's not like I care if you know I exist... but it doesn' t mean I won't notice and rub it in your face.

I just wanna know one thing: Do people reread their aim conversations after they have them? I know I do. After you type something, just scroll up and reread, maybe you'll notice that you missed something because you were so busy typing! Jeez man... I've had conversations with people where they just are completely oblivious to things that were typed:

mystic511: Did you eat yet?
mystic511: yo?
OtherPerson: Yea, i'm here.
OtherPerson: sup?
mystic511: Did you eat yet?
OtherPerson: Nah.
mystic511: Wanna go eat?
mystic511: Oh, you know about *insert random thing that might have been discussed at an early date/time*??
OtherPerson: Yea, let's go eat. I'll call you.
OtherPerson signed off at IDON'TNEEDTOANSWER p.m.

That's just one particular example. It's like.. dur. What an ass.

Remember kids, this isn't directed at any particular person... because when i do that, they just end up getting mad at me. (especially people who's name rhymes with ANNA.) (watch her get mad at me again for this.) (eesh.)

(for real. eesh)

Happy 6000th hits to me.

My winner? One of my lovely stalkers and faithful adoring fans (of the 6.3 that I have). Yay for her! And all she wants as her prize is for me to write part 12 of my xanga story. Aww. How cute.

So anyway, ¿MyStiFieD? summary 6000th hit version:

Friday:
Work work, hope my co-worker finished everything we were suppose to do. And if he got overtime.. i swear to god.. that's BS.
Drove to rutgers. Talked about how pathetic girls are on the trip up. They tried to convince me of the asshole level of guys.. and I don't care. Met up with my good chinky buddies Tony and Terry. Proceed to stay up all night.
Funniest comment of the night: I'm too young to die, i'm only nine years old!

Saturday:
Not alot of sleep and too much driving. Spent the whole day talking with girls about how they want boyfriends. (note: they were just talking about how much guys were assholes the night before). My car got dirty as hell.. stupid red dirt north jersey rutgers bs. My friend (I think anyway) tata should go to clown college or some shit. She spent the whole time rolling down hills, jumping on peoples backs, and trying to do wrestling moves.
Funniest comment of the night: That's like trying to believe in God!

Sunday:
Um... sunday.. is almost over... I slept the whole day.
Funniest comment of the night(ok.. well, it was 5 am sunday, so it's technically sunday): Don't touch me esther, or i'ma sneak you. [yea! take off your shoe and sneak her!]

I know, not alot of writing, but not alot happened that I can remember. It's pretty effed up when you only sleep three hours and then stay up for another 20 driving around and not doing much of anything. Much time was spent in laughter, with high hopes of calories being burned off with every gut busting "haha".

Click here to look at the seven types of korean guys
But remember kids, make sure you read number seven very carefully.

And the countdown begins. TEN.. NINE... you know the drill.

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This weekend I plan on getting in massive amounts of trouble with my fellow cohort and lawbreaker Hanna. I'm just hoping she wears her boots. Those be some damn fine boots.

Remember kids, there are three types of people in the world, those who can count.. and those who can't.

Forty more hits, forty more hits. Seems like every month it's like New years. 5, 4, 3, 2... 1... who won who won? Hopefully this time the winner will be more enthusiastic to tell me s/he won.

I'm at a lost for words. There is, at this moment, nothing funny/clever to write about. I'll probably post part 12 of my xanga story up soon. So... LOOK FOR IT.

See? Who said I don't keep my entries short and sweet?

Remember kids, climb the ladder of success one ring at a time.. or just stay on the bottom and tip it down so everyone else falls to your level.

Seventy hits to 6000th. You want it, I got it.

Alright, I have a short term attention span. I swear, maybe even ADD. I suck at stickin with what i'm doin or planning to do. It's getting to the point where I even forget to SLEEP. How so? Well, I planned on sleeping at about 10:30.. next thing I know, it's 1 am and I didn't accomplish anything.

My time is occupied by too much. And by no means do I feel overburdened, I bring it upon myself. Alright, let me just give you an example... let's say I want to clean my room for example:

Start pickin up old socks and underwear, putting them in a pile.
*ding, IM window pops up*
Me go blah blah, hey that was fun!
Conversation somewhere will spark me to open up a web browser and surf for something.
*remembering to clean room*
Get back up, pick up and fold a few more pieces of clothing.
*Doorbell*
Get door, talk to friend, go back upstairs...
Turn on TV.
TV boring, go find someone to talk to online.
Talk to someone online,
*TV still on, something interesting comes on*
Go back to tv, stare at it like dumb child.
*Show over*
Ok, time for some Xbox.
*Ding, IM window*
Run over to computer to chat.
*oh yea, room.*
Throw some old papers away.
Hey... the xbox is still on.
Play xbox.
Get hungry.
*Random thought pops in my head*
How much horsepower per liter IS my car to the wheels?
Go out to get some food.
Wait.. what was I thinking about earlier?
Come back, eat, more trash in the room.
Full now, too comfortable to clean.
Oh yea! Horsepower to the wheels!
Run to computer to look it up.
*Door open sound on IM*
Check who's online.
Talk to someone else who just came on.
Go back to surfing web, forget who I was talking to.
Damn it, xbox is still on.
Damn it, who's cleaning my room?
Damn it, where'd that trash come from?
Damn it, who was I talking to??

Alright, well, the part you don't realize is that this was only within an hour TOPS. That right, you thought it was my whole day didn't you? Nope... short fuckin attention span.

Remember kids... um... what was I talking about?

Ninety five hits to go for 6000. Who wants to win who wants to win? You know, I've been reading through my old crap (well, not really), and I've noticed that my writing isn't as hyper/corny/weird as it used to be. What the freak, i think i'm turning into a bitter sarcastic cynical old man. What ever happened to my days of hyperness and plain stupidity where I just write like blah blah blah? and people go ho ho, you so fahneee, ho ho. Well, actually, I think they just went... um... what the hell did you just write?

Don't want to jinx myself *knock on wood* but I think I really like my job. Today I actually couldn't wait to get to work (even though I still woke up late). Right now? Staying overtime to make oodles and oodles of money for my hot girlfriend. She got so many curves, she's so damn sexy. And man, can she purr when I ride her. Sickos, i'm talking about my car.

I know why i'm not hyper. There's nothing to by hyper about. It's not like I can be hyper about how I drive 45 minutes to work everyday or hyper about how I drop face first into my pillow everynight cuz I'm so tired. But SMALLVILLE is on tonight. Work better not make me miss it! Can't believe I'm freakin addicted to a TV show. It's been so long since those days of being addicted--no.. wait.. I was addicted to Yu-Gi-Oh! during school. Alright, so it hasn't been that long. Sue me. Kristen Kruek is so hot I can't even spell her name right!

And recently some friend(s) have been tellin me about girl problems. Haha, sucks for you, that's why you have to go around being ugly like me and girls will just leave you alone! Muhahaha, i'm blessed with the ugly gene, you unlucky bastards...
...
wanna trade?

Remember Kids, it's either you deal with the opposite sex or you turn homosexual. If you choose the latter. EWWW (not that there's any thing wrong with that.)

Only one hundred and thirty hits left until my counter reaches 6000. 6000th person, (as always) for my adoring fans (all 6.2 of you), will get a prize. Just try to get a screen shot or im me or email me and let me know you're the one and you get a free special prize! =D

disclaimer: Cantonese people named Brian are not allowed to win again. If they do they get a life time supply of punched-in-the-face. People named Jeeves ARE allowed to win, but sadly he was the X999's hit for the past two times that I did this. Come on MAN.

Part 11 is also up on the Xanga so you can have fun reading that while you try to get the 6000th hit.

Remember kids, first to 6000 wins my heart... unless you're a guy.. then you just win my foot in yo mouf.

Alright, since all my ¿MyStiFieD? weekend updates are short and vague, i decided to make this one long, intricate, and fully detailed.

Shall i start with how I wiped my ass on friday? Didn't think so.

Friday:
Trained at work for live web broadcasts using realmedia software and 100,000 dollars worth of video equipment. Company paid for take out italian food, and I ate waaay to many Krispy Kreme donuts. Went home, decided to go to Jersey. Mojo Joe-jo hitched a ride. My new lowered car tackled the effed up Jersey rodes like a lion eating a gazelle. That shit tastes good. Went to Denny's with Hanna afterward, Paul was there with his friend Brian and some other korean peeps were there. Woopdie doo. Went home. The End.

Saturday:
Morning was spent... ok... afternoon was spent buying car stuff and eating food at my mom's restaurant. While I was driving, I decided on my three favorite cars of 2003.

*Interlude to tell you about my picks*
One) Nissan 350z. Return of the Z series and also a very cheap car that was built with sports enthusiasts in mind. Two) Chrysler 300m. Basically Chrysler's flagship luxury car, built with luxury, speed and superior handling. It may not seem so great, but then why does the Secret Service in DC rock a line of 5 300m's when they transport the Secretary of Health and Human Services? Damn right, it fuckin rocks. Three) Audi TT. What do you get when you take a jetta/a4 engine, reinforce it, throw it in a bubbly body and turn up the boost? One awesome handling car that looks unique and shows you that Quattro doesn't just mean "four" in a romance language. Too bad it's a two door coupe (or roadster) though.. my desire to have a functional but luxurious car as my next car makes me side with the A4 1.8t... but i can always love the TT.
*End Interlude*

After that, I drove back home and took out my effed up centerpiece. There was so much water in there that I contemplated just leaving it the way it was and putting a fish inside of it. How funny would that be when i submitted my car for the next carshow? Then Paul came over, we ate, went to denny's and met up with Hanna. Hanna got a haircut and perm and now she looks amazingly hot with her new hair and new fuck-me boots. Woh. I dunno if i can control myself.

Sunday:
Sunday is today, so can't really update. I plan to wash and wax the car though. Should be fun. Then go home, fuck around and sleep the night away. We'll see.

Remember Kids, Life is like a box of chocolates: Shut the fuck up and enjoy them, you fat slob.