I just ate some bagel bites. I'll be suffering soon.

I pre-ordered a PSP. I'll be picking it up Thursday morning.

I think I may go to Gator Anime this Thursday.

I need to check in at Gamers' Assylum and see if there are any schedualed Wireless handheld events.

My Mini ITX motherboard should be in Tomorrow. I need to finnish that case soon.

Guess what? I was at work at 6 AM this morning. YAAAY. No. Not Yay. That means I didn't go drinking last night.

I'm wearing my Blue Monday "Fek Aff, I'm IRISH" shirt today. Let's hope this brings me some luck.

I'm sitting here fighting the temptation to take a picture of Sean's new Dr. Z amp, since it's like 1 of 6 in the world. Other than that, I'm pretty bored, and lonely. Being all alone (when not in a car) has that effect on me sometimes. It's making me ponder the worse things about moving to Gainesville. I know next to NO ONE that I would concider a ( Read more... )

So picture this... My roommate Sean is having his arm twisted by the band to update his look. He leaves for tour today(Athens, some place in SC, Columbus GA) so we had to do this last night. He needs Flair, and decides that means bracelets with spikes or something. So after asking ame a few times and debating it, I decide to go the the mall with he ( Read more... )

It's funny how talking to girls can make you get stupid ideas in your head, that you know are stupid, yet you still really want to do.

I guess that's the basis of hope in the world for most men. Why do I have to be a typical men now?

Rainy day in Gainesville. I get a "field trip" at work, and it's off to Palatka. I need to go get a jacket, and there's a big mix-up about about where exactly we're going, so I have to leave work to pick it up ( Read more... )

I broke up with Meg last night. It was sad though, because I care about her, but didn't feel the relationship was going anywhere. This morning when I got up my Mac was on the livingroom floor. I immagine she's pissed.

I've felt fine most of the day today which is supprizing. around 11:00 the Jager-bombs started to catch up to me. Maybe food will make it better.

Well after spending the past 3 days pressure washing my toilet every 15 minutes, I am reborn... or better... or unsick. Or something.

I have a reknewed learnedness of how much I hate vomiting because fluid flows from everty orphice in your face.