I’m bored. Today was uber-fun, although I forgot that I was supposed to proofread one of my mom’s papers. She never sent me an e-mail to remind me though, so I blame her. Tomorrow is the day before payday! Which is glorious because I get to date everything in the future, i.e. the date of payday, which makes it seem SO much closer. Mike bothered me about the maps today before I left so I went to the Parks place and it turns out that the Smith River Recreation Area is some red-headed stepchild or something and it was some different agency or some bullshit and I supposedly have to go to Gasquet to ask about it. Fuck that. I might call long distance from the Triplicate tomorrow. Well I guess that isn’t long distance. It is to me. That Jared dude was pretty funny, except when he’d launch into long quotes of stand-up comedians. My back was KILLING ME today, it’s all the sitting I do. I sit while I drive to work, I sit while I’m at work, I sit driving to the college, I sit in the Drift office…it’s really bad. My “check engine” light is still on in my car, I’m going to tell my dad about it tomorrow. I thought it would go off today, but it didn’t. I drove around a lot today, if it was going to die then it should have died tonight. I’m going to have to get it looked at. It will piss me off to have to pay a shitload of money to fix that car.
I’m becoming obsessed with www.ratearod.com, it’s so addictive! I have seen some really disturbing penises on that site, but also some really cool ones. I’m really tired so I went to bed early instead of watching Aqua Teen Hungerforce. I should probably be getting to sleep instead of blogging, it’s already 12:27. So many witty things were said tonight, I can’t remember them all, but here are the ones that stuck in my memory:
“He kisses like a squid.” –Sammie
(after Sammie caught a towel on fire getting the pizza out of the oven) “Wow, to complete our extreme pizza experience all we need is a flying midget on fire!” –Me
There were so many more, I wish I could have written them all down. When I get money I’m going to get one of those little voice recorders and carry it around with me everywhere.
I was in the bathroom today without a shirt on and I realized I’m getting a bit tubby. I need to start working out again. My “drive my car everywhere and never walk” lifestyle is catching up with me. I need to get into the habit of jogging after work. Crap, it’s 12:34, must post this and go to sleep. OMG, Tawna told me that Sammie broke up with Joe but he didn’t show any emotion, which was so sad. And she told me he like, stripped in the Denny’s parking lot in front of everyone to change. Disturbing. I love ratearod, because there’s one glorious feature: comments. Mostly there’s the “oh yeah screw me with that tool” boring crap, but once in a while there are really funny ones. I can’t remember any now because it’s really late but next time I see one I’m going to post it. Okay, I’m posting this now. I’m loading Blogger and I notice it uses a seven-digit number to identify each blog, and I randomly decided to calculate how many blogs they could have using this seven-digit system. The answer is: 8,235,430. Exactly eight million, two hundred thirty five thousand, four hundred thirty. Amazing. They use a longer string for identifying posts.
It’s weird, my body odor smells like chicken boullion. I’m wondering if I should see the doctor about this.
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