Patriotism, games, eva, and theft. Quite a day and a half.
And I removed Grant from the links because his blog is now defunct.
ALL OF THIS STRIFE IS FOR NOTHING WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME
Genius in perception or in philosophy comes only with delivery.
What separates the foolish from the wise is the ability to know and admit when one's self is wrong. What separates the garbage from the divine is the desire and willingness to do something about that knowledge.
I spelled comfort incorrectly. I lose.
Wait until I make a decision.
One way, everyone else loses.
The other way, I lose.
Oh, just wait. I think I have an inkling of what I'll pick. You bastards.
It's funny how the biggest assholes can be the most considerate (me being a shining example). It's almost as if assholes flock together, and they form a sort of asshole gang which requires an asshole initiation (which involves showing that you're an asshole). From that point, they're the kindest possible toward each other.
To that end, I'm only considerate to the people about whom I care. The others can burn in hell for all I care. I'm not sure why that is, but it is, and it's fairly obvious when you take an objective look at it.
There's something to be said for people who can consider others' comfrot before their own. I really respect that in people. If you move out of someone's way in the hallway or pick something up for them, etc etc, then I really value your beliefs. Maybe I'm making an example out of nothing, but I feel that people who do that really deserve notice.
I am a delinquent, and could have gotten into some minor amount (or major amount) of trouble if not for Phil's smooth manhandling (ohhh yeah).
It's Friday. We're nerds. We've been playing computer games all day, god bless us, each and every one. So we're all like, "yeah, it's time to get out of the house." (Well, not really, but society kind of mandates such a thing.) After some minor litigations, Phil hops in his car and hops out at my house.
We drive to Wendy's (which is funny because, if you didn't know, Phil goes to lunch there practically every day (and I do too, because I bum rides off of Phil)) to meet up with Aka and Paul Welp. We get there at like 10:04, and the door is locked, but we can see Aka and Paul sitting inside, having already arrived. So we stand out there like idiots until Aka comes and unlocks the door, prompting the manager to come stand by it, looking afraid of us. I mean, come on; we're all fat but Phil who looks like he is 40 years old. We screw around a bit in the parking lot until we decide to head over to the Turner parking lot.
Here's where the fun begins. We get there and notice/remember that the wrestling... thing is going on there. So, lots of cars in the parking lot. We park our respective cars, get out, and just stand there and talk for a bit. Then I get the great idea to take the antenna head off Paul's car and stick it into a random car's exhaust pipe a la
The Little Rascals. Fate decides to align against me, and, following physics, the ball is sucked up slightly into the pipe. It is beyond reach and, at this point, we (read: I) are kind of trespassing in another person's car.
We freak out at my idiocy, then sit around for a while trying to get it out by rattling the pipe and other various methods. At one point, my "friends" notice a random Wendy's cup sitting in one of the parking spots and suggest I take the straw and use suction to pull the ball out (oh the irony). I get the straw, then Phil remembers he has chewing gum in his car. At this point, some people had already left, but none of them owned that car, thankfully.
Anyway, he chews up some gum, puts it on the end of the straw, plugs up the other end of it with a pencil, and tries to pull it out using the stickiness of the gum. Meanwhile, Paul and Aka are creating a distraction by playing toss with my new gel Microsoft .NET stress ball (which Paul was kindly keeping as collateral until he got his ball back). Luckily, Phil was able to get it back, and all was returned to normal disregarding the fact that I just did something terribly stupid.
So we talk for a while, then drive around in a chase thing, and come back to the parking lot. After getting the ball out, I had been jokingly going up and taking it off the antenna several times as if I was going to do it again. Well, since they were still driving by in Phil's car, Aka and I hopped in his car and drove off. I then called Phil on his cell and made threats against the hostage (Paul knew I took it because we held it out the window when we were driving off, prompting him to run after it like a moron for a few feet. An enjoyable scene, no doubt.)
Now I'm home, and I have his ball. And he is pissed. A fun time is had by all.
(Note: Not mentioned is when Paul climbed into Phil's back hatch (he has an Escort) and we locked him inside. We then pushed him halfway across the parking lot with the car in neutral.)
I apologize for the poor quality of the post. It is a summary, after all, and little can be said about its literary merit. For all you people who bitch that I don't write about anything I actually do, well, here you go. You wasted all that time reading this for something trivial and stupid. I'd much rather read someone's thoughts, but, that's just me.
(Edit: Oh yeah, Phil is veritably MacGuyver now. Except not *as* gay [as the actor who portrays him].)
Thank you, everyone. It makes me feel better to know I picked such good people with whom to share my feelings.
The only ones I can't talk to about my standing as a friend are the ones with whom I've tried to force a friendship. So it's useless.
I wish I had something that's actually something to talk about here.
I just don't want to be lonely. Come on, someone talk to me.
I've been sleeping so sporadically as of late. I sit down to play a game and find myself getting sleepy and drift off for an hour or so. Even if I tell myself to sit up, my body does not acquiesce, and I drift off. Then I wake up, play a bit, and do it again. Repeat ad infinitum. I wish I could blame it on the blood drive yesterday, but I didn't contribute because a) I contributed last year and more importantly b) I had band TROYouts.
Speaking of which, they went well. Everyone thinks I did second best out of everyone, so I should definitely be in honor band. Hopefully my pride will not come before my downfall and that my downfall has already occurred somewhere along the line.
There was terrible grammar in this post.
I often forget that there are people whose problems supersede my own. It's especially sobering when it happens to a friend, even if you're not directly affected. How can some people be so cruel?