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Last night was a family dinner at a steakhouse for my sister's birthday, one of the highlights being me wondering how my father came to know so much about Phoenix's gay district.

Meanwhile I can't even remember the name of the bar(s) with the drag shows. I was going to say "HEY

night1791, we should go back to [bar name here] in 2008 when you are finally 21", but I do not have that name. I felt old for a second there, but then I realized it's only a four year difference. Now I feel I should give a shout-out to all my 30-something friends for putting up with me and my age deficit. SHOUT-OUT.

Maybe I will ask my dad if he knows the name of the bar. Hurf hurf laughter.

This post brought to you by yet another homework break. I look forward to finals. How twisted does that sound? Sounds twisted to me.

ETA: WHOO, FOUND IT. Pookie's. I KNEW flamingos were involved in some way. Apparently they changed their name to "Miggie B's". (what?)

Current Music: Ephemera - Saddest Day

Well, I went down town with "the gang" tonight, so named because I don't know what else to call them. There was a free art exhibition going on, spread out in a bunch of small shops for a mile down the road. Most of it was just average, or trying too hard to be edgy, or something I could put together myself accidentally. There were some good pieces there that really stood out, most of which are beyond my descriptive capabilities. I will say, though, that one had a pirate ship and a vampire bat. I have never wanted to purchase a painting more in my life, but I just wasn't carrying THAT MUCH cash.

The overall atmosphere was rather festive, a fact most likely related to the scent of pot that hung in the air. Tyler: "The artists are lighting up their inspiration." Z: "Dude, man, I've got it. I've painted a bunch of clocks, right... only all the clocks ARE MELTING." Tyler: "Dude, you just blew my mind."

We stopped at a tiny pretentious cafe called "The Paisley Violin," which naturally made me think of

neherenia. According to my friends, I missed a street performer shoving his face into a pile of broken glass while I was ordering a pita pizza with goat cheese. Later, I discovered that I don't really much care for goat cheese, and not just because ordering it caused me to miss out on face-mashing. I caught the fellow just as he was cleaning up. "Ooo, glass-eating! That's my favorite death sport! Actually, I just came out here because my friends told me that some fellow put his face in glass. I thought they meant a drunk guy running his head through a window." He thought it was pretty funny, at least.

Then, on the way to one DB's house: "Wow, that moon is awesome! I would have sex with it, if I were another moon." No, that wasn't me, that was one of my friends. I swear. I just had to type it out because it is a gem.

It has been a very late night, and now is the time on Sprockets when we sleep.

For my own personal amusement...

( ...doofy friend quotes. )

Current Mood: sinus headache-y

In honor of Kat-burglar's Freudian slip, a stupid story from yours truly.

I'm in the habit of attending midnight showings with "my crew" (read: my favorite local geek boys), and as you well know, midnight showings are often rife with delightful nutsos.

On the night in question, we were gathered in front of the big screen for X2, a kick-ass movie which really has nothing to do with this story. Behind us sat another crew of assorted geeks and dorks, half a dozen bespectacled boys about our age running perhaps on a Mountain Dew high. There was still a good hour to go before the start of the movie, and they were apparently bored out of their minds, as they were discussing amongst themselves ways to cause minor chaos in the theater.

Eventually they formulated an ingenious plan: one of them would run down to the front of the theater and... shout stuff.

"What should I say?"

"How about, I like cheese?"

"No way dude, that's gay. How about I go up there and shout I like boys?"

Now I pause for you to let that sink in.

[...]

And moving on.

The fellows soon compromised with a combination of the two phrases, but the runner was having some doubts at this point. This is when I and my crew jumped in to egg him on. I offered him my undying love if he'd do it. My friend Mike offered money. I think the latter was more effective.

Now confident in his shouting ability, the runner made his way to the front of the theater, stood in front of the screen, spread his arms wide in an enthusiastic gesture, and shouted, "I LIKE MELTED CHEESE ON BOYS!!"

He received scattered applause. Go him.

When he returned to his seat, his friends tried to convince him to go up front again, and this time engage the audience with a knock-knock joke...

"Knock knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Melted cheese on!"

"Melted cheese on who?"

"BOYS!!"

...but the theater was severely cramped by then and he refused to get up again. Too bad.

And now I'm hungry. Freakin' hell.

Current Mood: okay

Downloaded the first episode of Witch Hunter Robin. I think I <3 it. <3 Michael and <3 Doujima. <3 the cafe owner. <3 the animation and the OP. <3 Robin's dress. More hearts possibly to be attached in the future, if/when I DL more episodes.

Yeah.

Z: Have you seen Mike lately?
Zach: He was supposed to be at the game store today, but he said something about an ingrown toenail.
Z: Lingering torment??
Zach: INGROWN. TOENAIL.
Z: Oh. They're pretty much the same thing anyway.

Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: Bana - Shell

Was supposed to go to a hookah bar tonight with Zach and Mike. Sadly, did not go to hookah bar. Not sadly, sat around at Zach's house like dorks with Megan, Zach-sister Samantha, Zach-sister-friend Stephanie playing D&D. Will stop typing like this now.

While I REALLY wanted to go to a hookah bar, I found the night most enjoyable because 1) I haven't seen Zach or Megan in a month and 2) I haven't played D&D since 8th grade, and even then we didn't get very far because two of the players were fighting over a character name. What can I say? 8th grade. It sucked. D&D did not suck. It rocked. I was a scrappy young rogue dude traveling with a dwarven fighter and a half-orc druid. "What?" Yeah. It was fun. I'm addicted already.

Random quoteage: "Me? I'm a thief. A rogue if you want to be all politically correct about it."

"So, what's your name?"
"Sledge."
"Sludge?"
"... I think I'm gonna change my name."

Also, Papa John's Pizza makes the world's best cheesy bread.

Also also, there is nothing more annoying than cat vomit. Goddamnit.

Current Mood: dorky
Current Music: Weezer - Say it Ain't So

Ah, The Brak Show. You do me good, baby.

Anyhoo, three finals down, one to go. The two geology finals were a breeze, but I didn't do so well on the anthropology final. No, not at all.

If ever there was a time for me to throw myself down a stairwell, that time is now.

On the bright side, the final doesn't actually count for a large percentage of my overall grade, and before the final I had either an A or a high B. Hopefully the final won't bring me down to a C. Oh dear smite-y gods I hope not.

Where's that stairwell now?

Finals are also a bitch to take when you're getting up to blow your nose every five minutes, and your lungs are burning with hell fire.

So, took two finals and then went to ~~do hard labor~~ work for six and a half hours at the hell hole. After that I met up with Zach and Mike for a leisurely midnight dinner at QuikTrip. Their fountains are the SHIZNIT, man. They have cherry and vanilla flavor add ins for the fountain drinks.

mko, if you want your vanilla Pepsi, QuikTrip is the place to get it. :D

We sat outside by Mike's car and ate strange convenience store microwavables while Mike read aloud from his George Carlin book for an hour. Good times. I told them of Santa-Satan, as theorized by

neherenia and myself. They, of course, wondered why they hadn't seen it sooner.

What is this Santa-Satan I speak of?

Z: I am a minion of... ZATAN!
Relia: Rearrange the letters a little bit and you get.......ZANTA!
Z: ::plotzes:: Dear smitey gods, I think you may have just uncovered the greatest conspiracy of our time!
Relia: GOD I'm good.
Z: I'm afraid. I don't want Satan-Santa coming down my chimney.
Relia: All in RED, you know.
Z: ...and the hat: it hides the horns.
Z: ...and Rudolph's nose glows red with HELL-FIRE!
Relia: And that round old belly, that shakes when he laughs like a bowl full of FIERY HOT LAVA, OH GOD, MY FACE!!! IT BUUUUUURNS!
Z: Eeek! ::douses the Reloo with soothing Holy Water and Aloe Vera::
Relia: That whole "what do you want for christmas" with the making the list and checking it twice, that's so he can get you for GREED.
Relia: And he gives lumps of COAL? Coincidence? I think NOT. You're going to BURN IN HELL.
Z: I was just gonna say that. XDXD
Relia: GOD, we're brilliant.
Z: Why has no one seen this before?? We must alert the world to the danger!
Z: I agree. Brilliant like sword-chucks!
Relia: EXACTLY.

NOW: sleep, sleep, sleep, midnight showing of The Two Towers, study for a few hours, history final at 8am, go see The Two Towers again with different people at 10am. I think my head is going to explode.

Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Weezer - Say It Ain't So

So, I was using the employee bathroom in the back of the store today, when I noticed a razor blade sitting right there on the sink.

You know things are bad when the employees are slitting their wrists at work.

Ah, I like hanging out with Mike. It's good to have folks you can just hang out with, and eat in an empty parking lot with, without having to talk.

Tacos good.

Current Mood: thankful
Current Music: my father's rhythmic snoring

Ah, how I do love chili. The good, spicy kind of chili. The kind that clears up your sinuses and ignites a burning hell-fire in your gut (not to be confused with indigestion). 8 oz. of it for $1.50, which is the cheapest thing I've ever seen at my student union.

Anyhoo, I have a friend named Stephanie, who is dating my other friend Mike. Now you know the back-story to the following conversation (actual conversation, word for word):

Stephanie: So, are you doing anything on Thursday?
Z: No.
S: Do you want to come to Town Hall?
Z: Town Hall? What? Why? what is that, like a dance club?
S: Well, we need a witness...
Z: ... ... ...what? (Yes, I really am this slow.)
S: ::winks::
Z: Oh. OH! Dude! It's madness! MADNESS!
S: Why?
Z: Because... because marriage is an institution of THE MAN, man, made to pull you down! And then, when the divorce comes, y'know, the Decepticons, they don't take sides!
S: Hey, I'm just kidding!
(explanation of why she and Mike aren't that stupid, and that Mike's ex-girlfriend actually DID get married the other day, silly girl)
Z: So, are you actually doing anything on Thursday?
S: Well, I have school, and then I was just gonna go out with Mike...
Z: It was a RUSE, then! No! I feel so used!

Then I was hugged and that made everything all better, yay.

In other news, my mortal enemy Trevon (or something) is at GCC today for some reason. I don't even /want/ him as my mortal enemy, he's just always so mean to me. :( Why must he be so mean?

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: sadly nothing

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Bandolero by Day

Goo Goos Pralines Divinity by Night

"drag" on two levels

vampire bats on the high seas

can't sleep

cheesy boys

ingrown torment

throwing sludge at Sludge the Dwarf

THE SEA WILL RUN RED WITH BLOOD FROM YOUR NECK!

"Del Taco" means... "Of The Taco"!

Madness Has Now Come Over Me

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