Ok, so now i got your attention, that's the hook, you see that subject and you're like oh shit, andrew got in a fight and Tai chi'd the shit out of someone but they got in one good jab...
well, no, i'm fine, no fight... i'll explain later, i've got lots to cover, that probably will seem like littles. So like the other entries... maybe? you have been keeping up, or not, this will be a bit scatter brained.
RIght now i'm eating some soy vanilla ice cream, not because i'm lactose intolerant. but because i'm on a diet, and soy sounds healthy... and damned if this isn't the best fucking ice cream i've ever had. and i'm eating right out of the carton. cuz it's mine, and i can do that.
So i started this day like i usually do, by waking up.
they just keep coming folks.
This morning i went do laundry, and found that the washing machine was full of water, which i thought was kinda odd. so i put it on spin cycle and drained it, but then it wouldn't let me open it, so i was like WFT... that's right WFT. WHAT FE THUCK?
after a while it let loose it's death grip and i was able to wash my clothes. the end.
of that story anyway. i played some warcraft, which i'm not proud of, but i did it. i admit it, go on and make your jokes! I'm almost at 69. (that's not a sex joke)
This is...
just kidding. what the hell is in this ice cream?
later on in the day sometime i started thinking that i should move the stuff in the dining room out so i can get the floor redone... problem with that is that all the shit that i moved out of the kitchen is now in the dining room. so sometime this week i need some boxes to get the kitchen shit donated.
i'm looking at the back of the ice cream and wondering why on earth they say the serving size is 1/2 cup... i mean what the crap. does anyone ever eat 1/2 cup of ice cream. if my parents gave me this dinky portion of ice cream i'd be like "what the hell did i do wrong?"... at which point i'd be slapped and they'd eat my spoon full of ice cream.
I went and watched the namesake which was a really cool movie with no real plot that i could figure. i'm not even sure who the main character was. but i enjoyed the music and i got all psyched to come home and look up the soundtrack on iTunes... but it's not there. WFT¿ (spanish)
ah well, i'm going to look the stuff up on iMdb and see if the singer is listed there and find her by other means... like lurking outside her window. in india. yeah, maybe not.
I was listening to Eek-a-mouse today, because sometimes you just want to. and i got a think in the mail from HOB concerts that he'll be in town on the 18th for 18 dollars 2 for 1 tickets... will i go? dunno.
and the train of thought derails... i need my ice cream back. my screen is too bright. i want to buy some indian music.
i called the guy from PCOM about becomming a bad ass massage technician. and found that the first few weeks of class i'll be in hawaii. so now i'm going to have to wait until september to become just that much more awesome.
but i will be going to visit the campus tomorrow. after which i'll probably go and watch TMNT, because i like cartoons and TMNT. what else...
I came home from the movie and haven't the slightest idea what i did, my bed is made, so that was done at some point. i'm assuming by me. because i dont' think anyone here would sneek and make my bed just to screw with me.
I went back to lestat's comedy night, which was awesome, sent a text to Trish saying hi, and the proceeded to enjoy 3 out of the 4 comics... there's always one. driving back home i was listening to big sonic chill on 94.9 and sometimes the music on there is just awesome, and other time i feel it needs something.
So i was beat boxing in the car to make the songs more to my liking. because i'm the shit like that.
I got home and went to the bathroom. dropped my shorts down a bit so they covered my knees, which then got warm. and i thought to myself, damn, my knees were cold.
My nose started to run, because i woke wup with this damned sniffle which had best be gone by friday, because i'm going to lunch at dick's last resort. Back to my nose, it was running and i blew it then threw the tissue in the toilet. and noticed some blood on it.
"hmm", i exclaimed as much as anyone can exclaim a noise that requires you to keep your mouth closed. and the i looked in the mirror (this was after i'd pulled my pants back up) and a drip of blood trickled out. so i wadded up a piece o' the TP and shoved it up in there.
thank you mypace good night! (i'm going to have to change this for each of the 4 places i copy and past this damned thing)
