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Mood:
a little off





which "monty python and the holy grail" character are you?

this quiz was made by colleen



So when I went to bed last night, I took a bucket with me in case I felt the need to puke. Fortunately, I never did. I begin to wonder if there's soemthing to be said for being consisten with one's alcohol, since I did effectively have 3 of the same drink. I've been hydrating myself all day and am still a bit fucked up, dizzy, and unwell. Mild alcohol poisoning, to be sure.

Anyway, I'm mostly recovered, but not totally. Was awakened by Thea at some point in the afternoon and before that, my friend Jean, who insisted we go to breakfast at the ungodly hour of 14:00. I barely made it. I don't really know how I finished eggs & sausage w/hash browns at The Crest, but I did and it sort of made me feel better, even though I had no business consuming all that garbage and blowing money on it. After that, Jean dropped me back off and I rang up Thea, who asked if I wanted to see Resident Evil with Erik and Cheryl.

So we go.

And, through a couple of minor oddities, we end up seeing a pre-screening of The Crocodile Hunter movie, which was, in fact, the original plan..returned to because they'd been told that the screening was full.

Basically, it blew goats. There was one funny bit near the end, but all in all, it was lame. It was better than I expected it to be after reading the plot synopsis, but it was still stupid. Steve Irwin is a suicidal psychopath. Slightly amusing and terribly knowledgeable, but a suicidal psychopath nonetheless. Hell, if I had a wife like that, I'd be spending less time with the animals and more time tapping that ass.

Anyway, not only am I suckered into seeing this goofball flick, I get bounced out of the focus group part of it because the people who are showing the movie aren't talking to each other and I get fucked outta $10. If this wasn't the sort of thing that has happened to me every day since I was born, I'd have been annoyed.

Still, it was better than Soul Survivors.
So, after that it's grub time at TGIFridays 'cause we're in the valley and Emme (or however it's supposed to be spelled) is having her birthday party there. Lotta birthdays this month, it seems; clearly, April is the month of choice to bear the most severely mentally unbalanced children. Anyway, so we hang, the birthday girl is apparently having b/f issues that I don't care enough to be clear on, various discussions ensue, and I'm only half paying attention to most of it 'cause I'm playing trivia. Trivia rules. I won one game, which was enough considering the lameass questions they were putting up. Had to dump the box, though, when I realised I wasn't paying attention anymore and munched an easy mythology question...which is redundant, 'cause nearly all mythology questions are easy for me. After that, I pontificated a little, then left that to the professionals among us. Some people take some shit a bit too seriously and some shit not seriously enough.

Anyway...I can't think of anything else to say right now and for some reason, I'm not in very good of a mood at the moment.


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