My Very Own Personal Waste of Space 

Series Officially Over

Weeeeeeeel they gave Jiggy the Conn Smythe, but whatever. The dude was crying after that was over. I felt so shitty when the Devils started celebrating before the horn sounded. That pissed me off to no end. My fucking sister was laughing at Jiggy, I would have punched her if the following criteria were met:
A)She wasn't a girl
B)It wasn't her birthday
C)I didn't have to get up
D)She wouldn't have cried like a little bitch and gotten my parents mad at me

Series Over

Devils are up 2-0 in the second, they win the Cup. I wish I could actually say the Ducks had a chance, but there's only about a minute left in the second as I type this, and playing the Devils, 20 minutes is not enough time to get two goals. Oh well.

400 billion km/h in the correct lane

So like, I'm listening to the tatu album, and then I realize I could have just downloaded the two songs that I did and I would have been fine. Instead, I got an album that was just all over the place, in a bad way. That said, those two songs are mighty catchy, and good songs without being *too* poppy.
The Animatrix just might turn me into an anime fan. There, I said it. Some of the things on there were fucking incredible. Check out the website to watch some of them, including my favorite, Program. The animation on that is just fucking crazygood. It's a far cry from, say, Pokemon, where they draw a background, the character, and then maybe make them blink occasionally while changing the mouth around. One thing I found interesting was the fact that they liked the panty shots in these shorts. Nearly every one of the seven contains a panty shot of some kind. 'Final Flight of The Osiris' has the obligatory computer-generated red thong shot. Drool.5
I just realized that I had a dream about fixing a problem with this game I have. You see, GTA Vice City says I have no sound hardware, but GTA3 works fine. (Actually, I have no idea if it does, I haven't tested it with my new mobo, but for the dream's purpose it does... odd) So I 'discovered' in the dream that if I load up GTA3 and then Vice City, VC works with the sound, where if I just loaded VC it wouldn't. Weird as hell. GFN.

They're Not Gonna Get Us

I like tatu.
I like watching tatu.
I hate catchy songs.
I hate tatu.
It's like haiku without the whole 'lets adhere to the format' part. If there was no such thing as catchy songs, then I wouldn't have to admit to liking Britney Spears' or Jennifer Lopez's music for a brief period of time. I could just like them because they're hot. And I could like tatu for the simple fact that they're hot young Russian lesbians. Although, listening to this makes me want to acquire the album, because their songs are like techno with words on top, convieniently sung by hot young Russian lesbians. You see, the music they produce, while not at the level of quality that say, Linkin Park provides, is actually good, and not simply catchy. Plus the lyrics are sung by hot young Russian lesbians. I think I'm going to acquire the album of said hot young russian lesbians.
Game 7 bay-bay!
I'm acquiring The Animatrix right now. I like things which play off of things I like to pull me into new genres of entertainment that I would not venture into otherwise, because I don't really want to become an anime freak, but the Animatrix shorts I saw were damn cool. This kind of stuff happens to me all the time, where I make fun of things that I end up liking later. Like hot young Russian lesbians. GFM.

Buy "The Way"

Comment you asshats. I want to see some posts actually calling me a retard, so my paranoia can be justified.

Sen-your skip

I'm still rubbing my eyes from waking up at about 10:30 and then rolling around half-sleeping for an hour and a half on a Friday during the school year. It's a good feeling to get up, throw on some clothes that are laying on the floor, then just start reading all the shit you missed from when you logged off early last night at like only 10:30 or something like that. I caught the end of the Movie Awards last night, then I stayed up to watch the replay of it. The only thing that pissed me off about it is that they made Sean William Scott out to be a complete retard and they tried to make Justin 'Timbizzle' out to be the cool one. That boy needs some serious sarcastic self-humiliation before I can actually appreciate him as a decent celebrity. He's trying so hard to act not gay by hanging out with all the celebrities that we KNOW are not gay it's almost like an admission of his latent homosexuality. Annnnnnnyway... they didn't have enough movie parodies, the only one I really remember was the 'Architect' with Will Ferrell, and the Yoda and Gollum things, which I don't think you can really call parodies. All three were hilarious, but I don't think Will Ferrell is capable of not being funny. It seems like a cosmic impossibility, like if he was being not funny he would become funny. I had a whole paragraph I just deleted because I'd come off whiny and hurt-sounding. I mean, it was about something that did actually kind of sting a little, in that emotional, "I'm three scented soaps away from becoming gay," way. Yeah. I hope someone finds my shit funny, because I'm getting a little self-congraulatory over here, and I'm tired of asking my friends if they actually thought what I wrote was funny, in the non-"you're a retard" way.
Garlic bread sticks are good.
GFA.

Note to self:

Don't add a blog which contains a rather vulgar sentence to a site you're getting graded for school. Especially when it is the second post your teacher is going to read. Eh, he's a cool guy and I got a 95 on the project anyway. Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout!
I need a haircut.
GFA. (ONE MORE TIME! Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout Checkitout...)

Best Laid Plans

This is another one of my friends' blog. I suppose it kind of kills that well-disguised immunity I provided for him in his AOL correspondence I posted on here. Eh. I once had a few hour long conversation with him on my theory that every decision we make is generated by random numbers in some part of our brain. It's a little bit more complex than that, but still SOOOOO GOOD!

SPEECH!

My friend is valedictorian (another spelling question) and I felt like writing his speech for him so here goes, I'll test it on my 1.2 potential readers:
"FUCK THIS FUCKING SCHOOL ITS FUCKING FILLED WITH A FUCKING BUNCH OF FUCKING FUCKS YOU ASSHOLES!"
"Bye."

gfn.

Assorted Personal Baggage

peRimpinbobo (10:38:56 PM): The Dodge Viper is my favorite car.
peRimpinbobo (10:38:59 PM): wrong!!!
peRimpinbobo (10:39:04 PM): cadillac cien
WOSSquee (10:39:08 PM): cien?
peRimpinbobo (10:39:12 PM): go look it upon google search
WOSSquee (10:39:14 PM): no
peRimpinbobo (10:39:15 PM): do it!
WOSSquee (10:39:16 PM): smack
peRimpinbobo (10:39:17 PM): bastard
I changed my friend's AIM name just so the 1.2 potential readers of my blog won't talk to him. Talk to me all you want, 'O 1.2 Potential Reader! I titled this post like I did because I told all my friends that there was no personal stuff on my site yet. I wonder if it will stay that way, or become some touchy-feely I Hate Myself And I Want To Die blog. I didn't write my Matrix review, I just sat around, wasted time, started up a new Metroid Prime game for some random reason (I played that for about a total of 24 hours in 3 days when I first got it.) See, that's another grammar rule I don't know about, where does that period go? I end my sentence with a statement in parentheses (spelling?) and I don't know where the period goes. I'm kind of a grammar freak all of a sudden, dunno why, I hate english class. Odd. GFN.