I played 5 cent and ten cent poker last night with some of my high school friends. I won just enough money to cover my share of the 20-inch pizza fee. This sort of hurts my morals that gambling is very wrong. Hopefully the next time I play pocket change poker, I’ll lose a buck or two and swear away gambling forever.
Well, I suppose that was fun. I just changed a bunch of stuff on my website. In the process, I also deleted this update page. Lucky for me, I found it in my browser’s cache directory and recovered it. Yay happy fun.
In other news, I discovered a new way to spend a Friday night. It basically involves sitting in one’s room wondering why one suddenly has nothing to do on Friday nights. Maybe I’ll get lucky and discover my Friday nights have just moved to Saturday without telling me.
I am in a rather strange mood. I just made a very odd sequel to the ‘Hamster Dance’ series, but it scared me so much, I deleted it. In other news, I just found when one builds a house of cards between the keys on one’s keyboard, one finds it very difficult to type. It is difficult for the same reason that caged monkeys can’t get to Broadway, except backwards and the punchline isn’t ‘Practice.’
I think I’m going to wait for my hunger to build and then feed my tummy. That should take a few hours of my night away.
and Randy has a little sister.
For those of you who don’t understand the physics of bread, here goes: Rule #1: Don’t store a loaf of bread near a bar of irish spring soap. The smell from the bar will stick in the bread and the bread will taste like irish spring. Rule #2: Don’t violate Rule #1 when it involves an 8-pack of irish spring. Rule #3: Don’t violate Rule #2 when it involves two loaves of bread.
I violated Rule #3. I feel stupid.
The other night when I was playing Uno with my friends Rusty, Jason, George, and Richard, I thought of a world where people had exo-skeletons. Two ideas came to me: First, I decided that wars would be a lot cooler. And second, I decided that even though girls all had the same exoskeleton, guys still wouldn’t really love them for their minds. I think that exoskeleton girls would get exoskeleton tattoos and maybe intricate exoskeleton carvings. Boys would dream of seeing bare thoraxes and women would wear high heels to look taller. Perhaps I have a strange imagination.