The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.

I know. I'm as confused as you are. Darkside Chronicles FTW.

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HAHAHA> Awesome.
The room is spinning but I am not. W00t.
Michelle came over and we played games and ate cheesecake and she kicked my ass at 100 pin bowling and we drank a lot of wine.
And I sliced my knee walking upstairs after getting out of the shower a bit ago. Ow. It's bleeding. I'll do something about it at some point.
Let's see... Since it's been a LOOOONG time since I updated this thang, I guess I better fill in all the blanks. I know you folks live for this stuff.
Called the cops on myself a few weeks ago. Seriously. Of course I did it at the request of one of my "customers" who was angry that I wouldn't return her son's game and wanted to have me arrested for it. Obviously the cops (one of whom was quite yummy) told her she was being dumb, but in politically correct terms, and reiterated everything I had said to her.
Awesome.
I've become somewhat obsessed with winning the HD camcorder thingamabob at the coke website and have since been drinking WAY too much soda. One 20 ounce bottle = one entry toward the camcorder. I plan to film me and Michelle (swearing at Wii Sports Resort) and put it on youtube. WE WILL OWN YOUR FACE.
Trust me.
Ah man, the other day, this woman came in and wanted to "see" a PSP. And my first thought is always that this person wants to STEAL whatever item they're asking to "see". So I made a point to memorize what she looked like. But the only thing I could settle on was: this woman has a BEARD.
She had a wicked neck beard. And like, I got to thinking. It's probably like dudes who steal shit or do other shady things. They commit their crimes all bearded and then shave to conceal their identity.
How would I describe her to the police, had she jacked me?

"Um, she had a neck beard."
But she could have (and HOLY FUCK I HOPE SO) shaved it right after stealing from me.
Isn't that what dude criminals do? Cut hair, dye it? Shave beards? Blah blah. The whole nine yards. Right?
So the cops'd come to her door, with a tip about a bearded lady who stole a PSP and she'd be like, "Look at this? Do you see any beardage here? NOPE."
FUck me. It's bedrime. It's too hard to delete all my drunken typos. G'night.
:)))) QUadruple chin happy face ftw.

http://www.enjoyestespark.com/estespark.php?account=264 I used to go here all the time as a kid. It burned down a couple of days ago. I am seriously bummed. The place where my mom and I would get hot dogs when I was little was in there. It hadn't been there for years, but whatever. It still counts. And I never did go see Madame Vera, psychic advisor, like I always said I would.

So now I have the top and the holster. Except I'm gonna have a hell of a time squeezing into the whole thing come Halloween, considering how much McDonald's I'm gonna eat while the Monopoly game is going on. XD
(I had a dream I won by collecting the railroads the day before sending Matt to get me food and even seeing an advertisement for the Monopoly game on the bag.)
( More tube top action. W00t. )

Now, we're only judging the TOP. Ah, it'll make sense once you go behind the cut.
( tube top ftw )

decap_coffie + feffu_cat  = the Fonz, apparently. At least he's cute.
The girl (my third kid with Michelle) isn't too bad, but the Nellie Olson hair is a little distracting. But, to quote her other mommy, "She's fucking adorable. It's about time we had a cute baby, damnit."
On that note, I think I accidentally came out to my math class last week. Though this is the second class with this teacher for most of us, we have two new people in there. So, kind of like before, the instructor had us introduce ourselves. We were to give our first name, what degree we're going for, and what we did over Labor Day Weekend. Well, that was my first trip to Dave and Buster's, with Marcus and Michelle. Trishelle and Boy's Name Here's spontaneous photo booth conception and birth, you know?
So when it got to be my turn, I said my name, said I was going for my Elementary Education degree and that I'd gone to Dave and Buster's and gotten into the photo booth with my FRIEND to see what our future children would look like. I then reported they were ugly and we were disappointed. One of my classmates then asked if I was looking for a new mate. I said no, and without thinking, added, "We couldn't figure out how it happened. We're both attractive girls."
I don't know how many people will remember I said FRIEND, or if they just skipped to him asking about my MATE.
Not that I mind if they think I'm gay. I'm not trying to hook up with anyone there. Of either gender.

I've also randomly decided to do a Jill Valentine cosplay. I've lost enough weight (and with it, boobage) to actually rock a tube top. I've got two possible skirts to work with, but both need to be taken in, because they're way too big right now. The first one has met the seam ripper, yes yes. I got some boots, but still need to add buckles. They're a bit loose on my chicken legs, but other than that, they're good. I ordered a convertible bra from Lane Bryant and got it today. PHENOMENAL. It's a good thing my tube top is super tight, though, or it wouldn't work. But it does. And it looks gooood. Like I said, the top is super tight. I ordered this really stretchy fabric and it's sewn so tight I have to take it off over my ass, cause it won't go back up over my chest. LMAO. I have a shoulder holster on special order. Hope I get it soon. I figure I could use that to cover up my bra straps if I had to put them on the bra. But so far it looks like I won't have to. :)

Anyone know the story behind this:


It's a California Dreams poster in the background of the restaurant. I recognize the shot, it's from the CD cover. I have it. For all the times I've played through this game over the years, and for as long as I've been a California Dreams dork, I didn't notice this until earlier tonight.

...Michelle and I would make such ugly babies. XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd
That picture/baby makey/this is what your kids'lll look like machine at Dave and Buster's is AWESOME.
Behold, Trishelle:

We had a boy too. Just as fugly. Didn't name him, though.
Oh, drunk. It's happy. And Volcano Nachos are good.

To t_virus_queen !!!!
<3

Old news, I know. But whenever I go looking for RE stuff, I'm reminded of this. Gearing up for Darkside Chronicles, you know. Got me thinking about my ships, though. I wonder what it is that makes me ship what I do. Leon/Claire is my first choice because I identify with Claire WAY WAY better than Ada. I think that was my problem with Ada, back in the day. I couldn't relate to her at all, and couldn't for the life of me figure out what the hell Leon could possibly see in her. XDDD Claire is a gazillion times better!
I like Ada just fine now, but yeah.
Then Claire's complete absence from RE 4 sort of forced me to acknowledge Ada and I developed some sort of fondness for her. I like the idea of in-the-moment...happenings between her and Leon, but there's no way in hell they could ever have a real relationship. I like that too, because, remember, Leon/Claire is my first choice. ^___^ They have a much better shot at a real, lasting relationship and I LOVE what little you get to see of their chemistry.
But the more I thought about, I think I'd go for Leon and just about anyone except Ashley (OMG EARS) or Barry, so long as it was decently written. Oh, but if I allow Leon/Barry, I can call it Larry. So maybe I shouldn't veto that one so quickly. Or!! That can be the name of their MPREG love child. I am so going to write that.
Hey, it's Resident Evil. Weird shit happens. Nah. But you know what makes "Larry" an invalid combination for me? Barry would never be unfaithful to his wife. Yup. That's right. Of all the things that make it so wrong, that's the kicker for me.
Ahahaha. I need to go to bed.

I had to take Daisy to the vet the other day for a seriously nasty ingrown claw. It was huge. :( I can't believe it went unnoticed long enough to get so big. It was like the size of a dime by the time I even realized it was there. But she didn't act like it bothered her at all. Even the vet said she didn't think she'd ever seen one so big. So they trimmed it, and the rest of her claws while they were at it, said she was very healthy for her age...and then looked in her mouth. Which has very few teeth. Very bad teeth. I guess most of them need to be pulled. And it could cost up to 1000.00 for everything from bloodwork to make sure Daisy's okay with the anesthesia, to the actual dentistry.
Hell.
Almost done with my first math class. My final is on Tuesday. And my birthday is on Wednesday. Looking forward to being done with a math class more than turning 27, that's for sure.
I've beaten Devil Survivor twice now and Gin is love. I would tap that. Marcus said he would find me a guy who could pull off that look in exchange for me finding him a...Haru? Yuzu? Can't remember now.
I think I just texted "nerdlinger" his way a couple of times in response. XDDD Kaido's a prick, but a rather amusing one.
The main reason I haven't moved on to playing Dissidia is...I have no fucking clue where my PSP is. Or my PS2, while on the subject of missing gaming apparatuses. But who would break in to my house and take those, but completely ignore my PS3 and Wii...? I probably just did something retarded with them both.
Bees take for-fucking-ever to decompose, I've learned. One died in my bathtub (undoubtedly from the heat up in the attic) and I was just gonna leave it there, for not wanting to touch it. Weeks. And nothing. No sign of decomposing. At all. And I looked. Every time I went in the bathroom.
I cutted mah hair, too. Well, I didn't. Some woman did. Looks nice, even after some massive miscommunication between us. XD It's about at my chin again, and she was sooo determined to make it curl under it was almost funny. I kept trying to tell her my hair just curls however it wants to, especially when it's short. *shrug* She even convinced me to buy their expensive shampoo. And it's ass. I've got more flyaways than when I use Aussie stuff. (Which works the best for me, when it comes to cheap stuff. ^_^) Now I must dye it. It's way too light. Stupid summer sun, or something like that, giving me highlights.
Oh yeah, my hip is NOT dying. I have a "sclerotic lesion" or whatever, but I guess it isn't a big deal. I must've just screwed it up good and didn't realize it. At least it doesn't hurt anymore. I can still move it around in the socket, of course. Yay for being a freak, or something. If I could just Houdini this shit up... Hmm. There could be some dough in it for me.
Or not. Who's gonna pay to see "The Amazing Girl Who Can Almost Dislocate Various Parts of Her Body But Not Really"?

Go me.
I went to the doctor today, for my appointment that I made a couple of weeks ago, to talk to her about my depression. Initially. Then a few days after I made the appointment, my hip started hurting. It doesn't help that I sleep in the attic, so I'm going up and down stairs pretty regularly. It just felt like my hip wasn't quite in place. And I remember, as a kid, I could lay on my side and my hip would sort of slide back and forth in the socket. I could only do it with my right hip.
I hobbled around for a few days, even left work early once (more because I don't like the boss man, but whatever) over this. Then on Sunday, it sort of just popped back into place. It felt better for about a day.
So I brought it up at the doc's today, and I'm going for x-rays tomorrow. It could be a pulled muscle, or it could be something more serious, like hip dysplasia. She moved it all around and said my range of motion is better in my left leg than my right. Hrm.
I'm sure my two recent trips to the amusement park(s) didn't help. ;)
Elitch's was fun. Diyon couldn't make it, but he did meet us for lunch. Just getting to Elitch's was an adventure. XD Jenny, Diyon and I met up at the Chinese Restuarant near our old store...where we found out that A: Marcus was MIA and B: the place didn't open for another hour. So we decided to go drag Marcus out of bed. Showed up to his house and woke him up. There was a woman there, that answered the door, but I don't know her relationship to him. He called her by name, but she was the older female authority around there, as she declared, "If you'd just cut your hair like I told you to..." to the bathroom door, while Marcus was in there grumbling. His response was, "Bite me."  It was hilarious. Then again, soon as he'd seen me and Jenny, he muttered, "Rabble" and disappeared into the bathroom.
Diyon didn't even come in the house. Just stood outside and smoked.
Once Marcus was ready, we headed back to the Chinese Restaurant. Marcus didn't even eat because he "eats that shit all the time." Then he said he was too broke to go to Elitch's. I convinced him to take my ticket, since I hadn't gotten him a birthday present (he just turned 20) and we stopped at the Queen Soopers to get another ticket for me.
Rode the Mind Eraser--first thing, and a second time right before we left--the Twister II, Shipwreck Falls (got SOAKED), ate too much funnel cake (Marcus smeared powdered sugar under his nose and pretended to be a coke freak for passersby). Rode the swings twice; Marcus kept kicking at me and Jenny. Rode the Ferris Wheel; Marcus told the operator he wasn't ready to get off because he hadn't pole danced on it yet. Rode the Ghost Blasters ride and holy crap it's awesome. XDDD Haunted house where you have a laser gun and a scoreboard in your car to see how many ghosts you shoot. Jenny sat up front alone the first time and blew us out of the water with her score, duel-wielding all the while.
I'm glad I went. We had a lot of fun.
Oh, while I was at the doc, I talked to her about my depression. You know, the real reason I made the appointment in the first place. She asked to hear what was going on. I told her about how I'm just angry at everyone at work. They don't even have to do anything to tick me off. Soon as anyone comes in the store, I think they need to be hurt for interrupting me. (She found that amusing.) Then I mentioned how I often cancel plans with friends, but for no real reason. I just sit at home and do nothing. I have some strange obsession with time, and am convinced I need more, and get mad when people try to take it away from me, without good enough reason. Then she asked me if I'd been sleeping well. Nope. I usually sleep for about an hour at a time. So she put me on Celexa; I start tomorrow. She warned me that it takes about 4 weeks to take effect, so I have a follow-up appointment scheduled. Hopefully, it'll help.
Oh, and she mentioned that my weight has gone down over the past few months and wondered if it was related to the depression. Considering how long it's been since I really worked out, probably, yeah. And decap_coffie   was right. My boobs have gotten smaller. I put on one of my old old Frederick's bras, that I stopped wearing because they were too small and I was falling out of them, and there were gaps everywhere. XDDD
Finished my second class tonight, with a presentation on underage drinking. I had the prevention portion. I think I did pretty well. :)

For school? XD Nah. No no. I will do as I have been when it comes to school: shamelessly procrastinate and turn in my work the very moment it's due.
This is personal research. I want to find the property records for my house and/or the land in general. Especially now that I have a name. I sort of just woke up with it in mind. Er, rather, something kept waking me up just when I was about to fall asleep, and the last time it happened, I just had the name Gregory in mind (and a face, but that happens all the time and I can never really remember what anyone looks like). So we'll see if I can find anything. I don't know what I'll do if it turns out someone named Gregory either owned this house, or had something to do with the property back in the day.
Went to Lakeside the other night. I like how they didn't say shit when we paid the entire entrance fee in the parking lot, only to find, up at the booth where you exchange your ticket for a wristband that the Cyclone wasn't running. Seriously? Your roller coaster? Quite possibly your main attraction isn't running and you don't tell people that until after they've paid to get in? By that point, I was determined to get my money's worth.
We rode the same oh, I don't know, four or five rides repeatedly. XD The Matterhorn and the Scrambler twice. The Whip three times. The Hurricane once. The train once. The merry-go-round twice. And OMG. Little Bo Peep's nipples are showing!!!! I mean, anyone who's been to Lakeside knows the merry-go-round is very interesting...but damn. The artwork is odd, I noticed this the last time I was there, but I didn't notice THAT. I think I was too focused on the radioactive green rabbit I was riding. This time I rode a very demented looking horse (and have a nice bruise on the back of my left leg to show for my less-than-graceful mount) and some weird spotty dog/deer thing.
Goin' to Elitch's with Jenny, Marcus and Diyon (I assume) on Wednesday. It's sooo overpriced, but at least they'll have a running roller coaster there. Although the Cyclone trumps the Twister II any day. But Elitch's serves booze. Or they did the last time I was there.

Virgo,
You'll be self-controlled towards all your friends. At work, you'll feel sad because you cannot see solutions to your problems. Be careful not to unload your tension onto the people around you. In Love, you won't give your partner a break and you'll be very insistent towards a new acquaintance you consider too clinging.

See, I thought I had finally come upon the solution. And by solution I mean lurking, waiting for a fuckup, then taddling. XD We'll see. For worry of people patrolling my journal, let's just say we've had some personnel changes as of late and just leave it at that. I'm undecided on the new guy. I've seen it before. Go into a new place and try to make your mark. And yeah, clearly stuff needs to change if people are gettin' the axe, but the rest of us DON'T suck, so he better not take it too far. He already sort of said something that makes me wonder if he feels a little overwhelmed. XD And it just makes me want to break him so bad. I don't know why. I don't have any real aversion to him...yet.
Then again, I'm finally aware of how seriously angry I am a lot of the time. I used to be just kinda 'meh' about a lot of stuff, unless someone really pissed me off. Now, as soon as someone comes in the door, my first thought is, and I quote (can you quote a thought?) "FUCKING DIE."
I seriously say that to myself whenever anyone comes into the store. Used to be "I FUCKING HATE YOU" or "I WANT TO MAKE YOU SUFFER" but that's just too much effort now, I guess.
I think I need meds.
Okay...
I'm also wondering if the weirdness in my bedroom (attic, yay!) is contributing to my mood in any way. When I have my laptop on up there, I swear I can hear talking or music coming from behind me, but only with that on. And I know it's not coming from the laptop. And someone (or something) scared the shit out of me on the 3rd, knocking on the window. XD There is quite a bit of...foliage in front of the window. Just getting into position to knock would be a rather audible production. So yeah. And waking up with handprints on me, twice so far. Suppose they could be mine, but it doesn't line up with the way I sleep. I sleep on my side and keep my arms up near my head. And you'd think I'd have noticed if I was leaving handprints on myself sometime before I was 26. I've gotten dressed in front of a mirror for years and never noticed anything like it until a couple of weeks ago.
...And I just got my tongue ring stuck in my straw. Unrelated, but still noteworthy.
Now I will shower then watch more Monkees.

I think I should go to work for Earthlink. I did what two of their tech support people couldn't: figure out how the hell to set up my DSL. For whatever stupid reason, I'd get to the last step of setting up--putting in my email and password to "add my account"--and it would just bring me back to that same step over and over and over again. So I called them up and was on the phone with the first guy for about twenty minutes and the second for an hour and a half. They had me doing all sorts of shit to my COMPUTER, rather than suggesting I maybe just try setting up a new account...
Then again, I just now had the idea to try that tonight.

Okay...so I finished my first college course. Go me. I ended up with a 96.9%, so I guess that's pretty good. Our group was the only one to get all 20 points on the last assignment. And I'm in the same group as one of the guys from my first class again. I was so happy to have a familiar face in my new class. This one's considerably harder, though, and I feel like I'm really behind, since I missed the first night. Stupid traffic. I spent 45 minutes trying to get from I-70 and Quebec to I-70 and Colorado Blvd. Well, not exactly. I was trying to get to 88th and Sheridan. But after 45 minutes, I was only at the Colorado Blvd exit.
I turned in this week's assignment the very minute it was due: 11:59 P.M. Arizona time, Tuesday night. Procrastinate much?

Oh man! Someone sent my mom a picture message on her cell by accident. She didn't open it, but she did call the number back to let them know they'd sent their pics to the wrong person. Their mistake for exclaiming how relieved they were that she didn't open the messages...because they were pictures of a cake for a bachelorette party.
She said she wouldn't open the messages.
She never said her daughter wouldn't.
GIANT FREAKING DONG CAKE. BWAHAHA.

And my childhood Micky Dolenz crush has come rushing back to me. XD I'm such a dork. Whatever. Micky's awesome.

"A lack of consideration for others could make for a difficult home life right now. Be careful around machinery, heat, sharp objects and electricity. This is a good time to initiate repairs."
So wait. I'm supposed to watch out for machinery, heat, sharp objects and electricity, but I'm also supposed to "initiate" repairs? XDDDDDDDDDDDD
I mean, I know about being subconsciously influenced by a prediction and causing it to come true, but hell. Shouldn't it all be a little more subtle? This is pretty much encouraging me to go stick my head in the lion cage and see if I get bit.
Anyhoo...
Got my season two of the Monkees today. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, it's so wonderful. There are so many episodes I've never seen before. And now I will go watch them. I'd better watch out for the HEAT up in the attic and the ELECTRICITY needed to power my PS3 so I can marathon Monkees episodes...
If  flamebrigade  were here, I'd make him watch it with me.
Anything more...?
Devil Survivor is cool. That's about it.

That line is but one of about a gazillion reasons why I heart the Monkees. :)
I was at Gunther Toody's a couple of weeks ago (which I just typo'd as Cunther LOLOL) and they played Daydream Believer. Got me remembering watching the Monkees as a kid. Fondly. Very fondly. It was on Sunday mornings, I wanna say, when I was 8 or so. Then they switched it to 3:30 A.M. and yes, I did get up to watch it.
I've been youtubing the hell out of it and it's oh-so-awesome. Then...I went to Amazon and ordered both seasons on DVD. And a CD. It had most of the songs I remember being on this mix tape of my mom's. And it was only 10 bucks.

I'd like to plan a trip to Lakeside with Marcus, Diyon and Jenny. Marcus is in. We saw a billboard when I was taking him home the other night and after he was done laughing at me and making fun of me for wanting to go, he agreed, then texted Diyon to ask him if he wanted to go. Diyon replied to his text with, "No, no and no. Okay, yeah. Whore."
LMAO.

And, as if I needed further proof, Pandora really can't be trusted with ANYTHING. She tore into the baggie of pads and tampons I usually keep in my work bag and had them spread out all over the bedroom floor. There were little kitty tooth marks all over the applicators. Grr.
Michelle found this story particularly amusing. XD
Speaking of Michelle...
Saturday at work, this dude comes in and comes over to me and says my tattoo is a disgrace, because of Resident Evil 4 and 5. (I'll give him 5; I can't make myself want to finish that game for anything.) I don't think he meant any offense, I think it was just his way of saying he didn't like the newer titles. To an extent, I agree. We chatted just a little bit and he wandered off to shop. Of course he was still totally within earshot when Michelle piped up and said, "Your tattoo is a disgrace? Ugh. His face is a disgrace."
So silly and yet, so funny. She really doesn't care what she says or who hears her say it...envy.

Oh! And I went to Old Navy a couple of weeks ago for some work clothes. SIZE SIX. I wear a freaking six now. I can't believe it. The last time (it's been a while) I bought pants from there, I'm pretty sure they were a 10. And these are a little loose on me. HELL YES.

MONKEES MONKEES MONKEES.


The whole thing entertains me so much, but the end is my favorite part, mostly for Micky. (The one in blue, for anyone who doesn't know...which is probably my entire f-list.) Listen to the instrumental part of the song and compare it to the instruments being "played" and his behavior will make a lot more sense. ;) Mike's too. He's just much more subtle about it. I imagine it would be difficult to actually play guitar through your tie. ^___^

"You know it."
That was our conversation, while on vacation, me and my mom. She was in the bathroom trying to use a gallon ziplock bag for a shower cap and I was in the living room of our suite making fun of her and wishing I'd remembered my camera.
So no pictures.
We all got a good buzz, come to think of it. My grandma was going on and on about how she still hates the new set one of our local news stations has and how she's already called them twice to tell them so. Then she said something about the government and going to outer space.
o.O
It was too cold to swim. I'm bummed, though, because when I got a look at myself in the mirror in my room I couldn't believe it. XD The mirror in my bathroom at home is so unflattering, but damn I looked good in that one.
Didn't buy much more than candy up there but that's fine with me.

And the other day my dad made a point to come over and give me money. Told me to spend it on a laptop, which I did.
I ran into Dan and Matt at Best Buy. Of the two laptops I was considering, Matt told me to go with the HP. Then I got inside and saw Dan and he said to get the Toshiba. XD
All in all the Toshiba was a better deal so I went with that. And if I could just get Final Draft to install on it...

Oh man, Saturday nights at 11:00, they air episodes of the original Star Trek, so I watched it last weekend.
OMFG it was awesome. So this lady beams on to the Enterprise and presses a button on this thing on her wrist and knocks out the entire crew. (I want one of these things.) Then she goes over to Spock and is feeling on his head. Next thing we know, Spock's brain is missing!!! She stole it!
So everybody goes looking for the lady and they meet some angry cavemen on the way, and then they make it into this underground place where these brain-stealing women apparently live. The women have been using Spock's brain as a means to maintain their society. Spock talks to Kirk and crew here and there and is trying to help them find his brain. Oh yeah, Bones has this remote control thing he's using to walk Spock's brainless body around with, so that he's close by when they find his brain.
Ah well. It all worked out in the end.
I so want to see more of the original series. I've been youtubing it.
And I finally went ahead on upgrading to DSL. All the stuff I need should be in the mail right now. Hopefully I can get it all set up on my own.
Whee.

This morning I was having this dream. We were checking in to our hotel (vacation in two days, hell yeah) and then we drove to the end of the street. There was this dog there, and it was driving a car. Then there was another smaller dog there, and I think it was the driving dog's dog.
We ended up behind the hotel, and there were rocks and grass everywhere and when I was trying to get down to this big meadow, a fox came right up in my face. It seemed to like me.
I think we went to a cookie shop next.
At some point I was at an arcade and they were working on shutting off all the games for the day. I kept trying to steal the tokens. Then we were walking down the street and it was like I was seeing a news report on wildfires in the area. I could see the burnt land and see the fire creeping along. Someone came by and scooped a bunch of dirt on the fire.
There was this guy there and we were digging around for something and I find this big barrel in the dirt and I just know there's a body in there. Sure enough, there is.
Then an X-Wing Fighter (yeah, like from Star Wars XD) shows up and starts shooting at us. So we run and try to hide in the cookie shop, but the whole time I'm thinking we're just gonna get the old lady who runs it caught up in our mess. I end up with some bar thing (it looked like my Wii sensor bar) that could deflect the laser beam things that the X-Wing was shooting at us. Some kid shows up and tries to take it away from me. We were sort of fighting over it when I woke up.
Clearly, my mind is already on vacation. Probably not good, considering I have class tonight.
I have a 99.64% right now. I got docked a tenth of a point on my essay for changing the size on my font for part of it. :( It would've been a perfect score if not for that. But hey, if that's all that could be found wrong with it, go me.

Kevin Spacey Star Wars Auditions - Christopher Walken


I love this video.