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Hi. I'm wakey wakey, early early. Not sure why cause I went bananas on my chest at the gym last night so I should be kinda pooped. Last night was fun though. New max on the pec deck machine. I wanted to use the thing all night!
Now I'm enjoying a delicious, chalkey vanilla protein shake. Yum/fuck. Actually there's nothing to eat in this fucking house except granola and I'm too lazy to haul ass over to Jack In The Box.
Speaking of too lazy, my computer crashes so often these days, I'm getting tired of writing and uploading so now I think I'm gonna upload when I'm in a good mood. Granted, at that rate, all of March's entries will be uploaded in November.
When was the ides of March?
Speaking of really lazy, during a lecture in Monday's class, the teacher said the new MLA thing for periods is now "one space" not the usual two spaces. How's that? I'm not used to it. There, I just double-spaced again. Oops. Another. Another. I'm never gonna not double-space after periods. That's just not right damnit. I don't even not-double-space on this stupid HTML.
The instructor also said HTML is gonna be gone soon so why fucking bother learning to single space. Yuck. I hate single space. Now I'm doing it. Oops. Couldn't help but double. There. Now I'm doing it. AHHHHH! It feels weird single-spacing between sentences!
Things accomplished yesterday:
1) I made a basket! That's no small feat cause a) I'm fucking short, and b) I'm totally uncoordinated so dribbling and walking at the same time is out of the question which absolutely cancels basketball. Granted, I made this shot while standing completely still but STILL!
2) Ate a #5 from Yama's. That in itself was an accomplishment cause I had to go down to pick it up. Don't ask.
3)I registered to the New York Times Online site. Cool huh? Now I can read the New York Times Book Review absolutely free. No act, I know you jealous.
As you can see, last nite at work, I was bored bananas.
Speaking of work, Kitsune brought in the new Star Wars trailer. Ain't those droids fucking A rad?! I wanna get those action figures. I also have to practice my Ewan McGregor/Obi-Wan thing where I use the force and toss a buncha people back by just lifting my arm. I keep trying it out on people but it never seems to work.
And Jabba's back! Let the fat acquaintance jokes begin!
I spent a shitload of money this weekend. I went to Circuit City and bought the new Sugar Ray, and the Rush Hour soundtrack, and two others that I can't remember even though it's on heavy rotation on my disc changer. Then I went to Costco and bought the Ronin DVD.
I need a huge salary to justify my existence.
I know what you're thinking. The Rush Hour soundtrack? Look, I couldn't help it okay? Everytime I heard that "Can I Get A..." song on the radio, I couldn't help getting jiggy in the car, all right? Did you know that in the album version, the black guy says, "Can I get a FUCK YOU?" I wasn't aware of that. I'm such a little gangstah!
I'm such a what? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Speaking of huge salary, the Hairy Editor told me that the English Department may have finished selecting folks for the MA program. Not a good sign if they haven't contacted me yet huh? So I was thinking, what the fuck am I gonna do with my life if I don't get in cause this is my absolute final attempt at getting in.
So I was thinking, what the fuck. Enjoy it. Start a life already. But before I sell my soul to some huge heartless corporation in the mailroom, I thought of all the things I wanted to do but never got to. I always wanted to be a bartender. I also always wanted to work in Waikiki. Everyone I know got to work in Waikiki. I want to be able to complain about what a bitch working in Waikiki is, and the parking, and the crowds, and the irritating tourists...
Oh, speaking of black people music, the Oscars are coming up! Of course, I have my fucking gripes. It's public knowledge that I want Aerosmith to win, simply because I don't want to the double bitch Whitney Houston/Mariah Carey threat to win, but actually, my choice for best song is a tie between that Ghetto Superstar song from Bulworth and Sean Puffy Combs' "remake" of that Led Zepplin song "Kashmir"(?), "Come With Me" from Godzilla. I don't know why I'm getting all negroe all of a sudden. But I can totally justify my choices. Both songs matched the films they were in, as opposed to "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing"/why is THAT in Armageddon. And I can totally justify Sean Puffy Combs remaking/stealing a Led Zepplin riff cause even though it's considered sacrilege, how's this: I hate Led Zepplin! No Stairway man! DJ Chink once said Led Zepplin was the most influential rock band and blah blah blah but I think it's all a buncha haoles whining with guitars. I can't stand Led Zepplin!!!!
I just like saying "Sean Puffy Combs."
I also feel that Enemy Of The State should have been nominated for Best Editing cause that part when they were chasing Will Smith through the hotel, there were so many fucking cuts during that sequence! It must have been a headache and a half to put together.
Anyways...
Wing Commander sucked sucked sucked. At least they showed the new Star Wars trailer and that was that. Crabby Boba asked me which was worse: sitting through Wing Commander or spending time with Generic Cigarettes' boyfriend. I don't know. Her boyfriend is a total irritating loser but unlike Wind Commander, at least you can elbow him. You can elbow Wing Commander but the movie is so fucking dense, it probably wouldn't notice.
Spunker
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