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This stupid mouse is starting to annoy me. Perhaps I should replace it. Anyways, got a haircut after work yesterday. Ended up waiting for an hour since there was only one guy there. So I killed time reading ishes of YM and Seventeen. Ah, the hilarity that ensues in the daily life of the American teenage girl! Although some of the embarassing moments they write in about are pretty lame. I mean, seriously, do they think anyone is gonna care that they did something semi-embarassing in front of that cute guy they had a crush on in 10 years?! Its not the end of the world kiddies! As for me reading issues of YM and Seventeen, there's no other magazines there! I mean, if they had issues of Maxim or Road and Track or Guns and Weapons for Law Enforcement, I'd be reading those. But they don't, so you have to make do with what you have. Anyhoo, the hair is back to its preferred length. And as always, feel free to run your hands through it, ladies!

( weird dreams )

fidelity

( reasoning )

Too slow!

Hmm, it looks like I've gotten good enough at SSF to get to "Back Up Request" no problem. But I'm just finding it impossible to maneuver around in time to take the guys out. I mean, no matter how fast or slow I go as I turn, I just can't seem to get behind these guys. I mean, today I finally got behind the whole flock of them with 10 seconds left and just started locking on and firing, but I wasn't fast enough to take out the 5 guys who were left. So close, but yet so far.

third place

Another Tuesday night, another trivia night. It was the same cast of characters as last week, me, Krug, Bill, and Joseph, but this time this time Scott (psyched_out) and Sato were able to come. Strangely enough, dresque happenned to come in with his new gf for dinner. Anyhoo, we didn't do great, we ended up in third place. Owel. But it was fun just hanging out. Although we did have a disagreement over who the hotter waitress was. Joseph and the GMA preferred our tall waitress, whereas the Krugus and I thought the cute-assed shorter waitress was totally hotter.

Speaking of waitresses, we were stuck there for a while because our waitress was busy getting hit on by some idiot. So this guy, who had a date, was busy talking her ear off. Its like, hey asshead, she has work to do, like giving us our damn check. I mean, what kind of retard hits on a waitress anyways? (Ha! Hello pot? This is kettle!) And you can tell she was pissed having to exchange fake pleasantries with this moron. Luckily, the DJ was blaring the music loud, so you couldn't hear the streams of curses and threats to kick this guy's ass and/or stab him in the face with a sautering iron coming out of my mouth from beyond our table. Heh, and I didn't even have any of the margaritas. Methinks I have a lot of pent up aggression. Oh, and I'm also a dork, singing out loud to the rap songs and 80s tunes the DJ was playing. (I think I've heard INXS's "I Need You Tonight" about a million times this past week!) Hmm, and I wonder why I'm having trouble landing a chick!