Ahoy, ahoy. Okay, I am really wondering who left the “I miss you” message on the tagboard. Fess up!! There’s always e-mail, ya know. I know part of your IP address too. HAHA. I am really close to… well, not really, because I need the whole IP address. So you may have won the battle, but the war…
Woah. Nevermind. Um, so yeah, there hasn’t been much social activity from me lately, because mostly everybody went back to school (I still have Debbie though!! clings) and well, let’s just say I have been spending some quality time with Mosby’s PS2. He let me borrow it for the semester (and hopefully the school year… hint, hint) and I have been playing it like a muthafu… well, you get the idea.
He let me borrow Dot Hack 1, Final Fantasy X, and Xenosaga, and mostly I have been playing Dot Hack. But by the grace of the wonderful gods… and Wade, I guess… I got to check out the most enjoyable game in the entire world besides Halo, Amplitude. I heart that game so much. I’ve only had it since yesterday and I’ve already beat the Mellow and Normal levels, and now I’m up to Brutal, which is… brutal. I don’t think I’m going to attempt Insane. The coolest part about the game though, is that once you beat it on normal, you can just play the soundtrack, and make your own playlists and stuff. I have a new favorite song from the game, Super Sprode by Freezepop. My fingers hurt a little bit though.
So, besides that, I pretty much go to work, and sleep, and occasionally hang out with the “Stuck in Muskogee” friends, when everybody’s free. To feel good. Sorry, Romeo and Juliet flashback. Anyway, so the lack of writing is not because I choose to hold back all the juicy details. It’s because… there are no juicy details. The two most exciting things happening in my life right now are my mom lets me drive her new Buick now, and I have a good chance of becoming a Postal Worker. Which would be tons of fun. Maybe I can be a mail carrier. Free exercise. Well, no, I guess it would be paid exercise. $14.50 an hour paid exercise. Woohoo!
Anyway, I guess there’s one other thing. Based on a dream I had and Shayna’s perfect insight into EVERYTHING, I am now officially Ready For A Relationship. But that’s not really that exciting. I feel no different. I still have this heart-pounding, bowel-halting, panic-inducing and absolutely-justified fear of anything male, but oh well. I’m ready for a relationship. Whoopideedoo.
Ick. For some reason I feel the need to go over and kill mass quantities of people on Halo. With the shotgun. And maybe some frag grenades. Maybe to restore my… masculinity? Kick-ass femininity? And please don’t call me a dyke because it really hurts my feelings. Would you sign my yearbook?
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