I awoke this morning with a keen desire to play Final Fantasy 7. I don't know why, but I felt the need relive those old days when Eugene would come over, and we'd watch gangster movies and then take turns playing FF7 till 4 in the morning. I remember waking and walking groggily into the living room to catch the TV in the middle of the final FMV ( Read more... )

So I've been rereading the good book, and once again I barely avoid death by mental meltdown from this badboy ( Read more... )

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So I moved myself into the new dorm today (with Tim White's help, thank you Tim)... actually, I moved in a bed-cover, a pillow, some sheets, and a comforter (a down comforter!) -- well it's a start. I didn't get a chance to meet any of my floormates yet -- I think it's a bit early for move-in with classes starting the 20th -- but I left a nice Taxi ( Read more... )

So what's up with hand jobs anyway? Why are my fellow collegians still saying shit like, "Dude, you so coulda caught a hand job from her!" Umm... well sure, it's definitly no problem getting a hand job compared to the woman's next highest alternative. But why the hell would I want one? First of all, I'm not in junior high anymore, and second, even ( Read more... )

The other night I had the fortune of going to a party that I didn’t much enjoy, I say “fortune” because I hate wasting my time, so I do my best to get something out of anything - and in this case, I did. The party was thrown by a friend of a friend of mine; his younger sister, a high school senior, had a bunch of her friends over; so it was mostly ( Read more... )

First, try to be something else - anything else. Try to be an athlete, the cool guy. Join the High School track team, it’s not too late, track season runs all year. You’re pretty fast, tell the coach you want to be a sprinter - long distance seems too boring, besides, you never had much stamina. Soon you come to realize that “practice” entails ( Read more... )