Just 'cause I remembered a second ago my dream last night involved finding the following things: A Cool Eva action figure, another cool figure I can't remember, Kingdom Hearts and The PS2 modem. But I couldn't afford them all, just one. Pissed me off, I tell you.

Urge to kill, rising.

Friday night, what'd I do? Play RE:CVX and died twice. I really suck at that game, but I shall persevere. Sometime. Not now, right now I gotta clean my room.

Woke up late. 25 minutes before class. That sucked. No breakfast, not even a glass of water. Does brushing your teeth count as a meal? No, damn. Aaanyway. First day working in the office, picking up attendance. That sure sucked. Made three trips because I missed some classes and other stuff. Got lost around the rooms, felt embaressed walking into the classrooms. "Didn't he graduate last year?" Bah.

Fuck. Why does she have to pick up the phone and embaress me like that? I hate it. I hate it. Argh. I hate me, I hate Earthlink and I hate my life. I want to disappear. Period.

I hate my DSL. Every time I try to get on Trill it dies. ARGH. WTF!? If this happens tomorrow, Saturday will be hell for them.

Look, blogging from school. Lunch break. Heh. Anyway. I got two text messages on my phone yay. The second one got cut short. If their author would like to send messages it would be preferable to send lots of little ones. though it did get to: "Oh great my dog found a ch" Aaanyway. I'm currently in the gaming club room but there's no one around. Am I the only gamer left? Seems like it, though supposedly Amber and Owen are interested, too, I havn't seen them around.

Part one. Costco cooking contest. I cleaned up I swear. Part two, disturbing..... Part three, back at Costco and get into a huge arguement with the guy that works there. I cleaned up, damn it. Dreams are weird.

Wasn't so bad, really. Good classes, for once. Except maybe the French 5-6. We'll see how that goes. Otherwise I'm hoping this is it. This is the last year of crummy High School for me. Only thing I'm really worried about is Community Service hours. Any ideas, anyone? I need 100.

Was gonna send this but someone got kicked offline. "When I get a job I'm gonna get a phone that can send texts because my mom wanted to - blah long story I'll TTYL about it." Anyway if you want you can email my phone.

nathantamayo@vtext.com

or you can send text from any text sending device

650.922.3154

Gotta go eat and leave for school now. Blagh.

Tomorrow is the first day of my Senior year. Blagh. I should be excited, but I know I got put into crap classes so I gotta talk to Ms. Bannon. Blargh. Gonna wander the halls tomorrow, great.

Thank goodness. Right eye is still -7 or so and my right eye only went down a quarter of a point. Seems my eye deterioration is slowing down. Getting new lenses since insurance don't cover my frames until March, then I'll get new frames. With clip-ons again, since this time I didn't get them, which sucked. Let's see. Well whatever back to work!

I dreamt my friend came from out of state and was tremendously uncomfortable around my family. MTAT tried to make her more comfortable but for some reason she started talking badly about her family. I tried to tell her to stop but I couldn't. Oh and prior to that I had burnt the sushi in the oven. Shut up, don't ask.

Now ET, the Extra Terrestrial know about this blog. Total of six.

Officially serving friends since, uh, today.

http://www.onigiri.org/tamago/Playlist.htm

I've been making stupid mistakes since yesterday. Looks like I'm on a roll. Tomorrow I might just stay in bed.

My sleep pattern was totally ruined by yesterday. Feel asleep at 1:30 and woke up at 12. Wihch is better but not school suited. I dreamt of her again, but interestingly enough she had a funny voice. She was yelling at her brother, but for some reaon it still made me happy. Oh and no she desn't actually have a brother.

Well, I woke up at 3PM and had milk. So I wasn't hungry. Then I asked Ernest to go to the Metreon. We went, but I forgot to eat. Played two games and passed out. No not literally but it felt like I was gonna. So I crawled home and got a Jamba Juice. Now I'm eating.

Decided to block TB and his Keeper (Which is a bad term because she'd never pass for a Lasombra except in TB's case) from seeing PlatnmWpn online. I also feel bad, I missed NBK by about 10 minutes. Gone again, so now I'm gnnna file sort. I somehow managed to fill up 96% of my HD. That's bad. I was wondering why computer was running like a bitch. Gotta help her out. Wish me luck! Later.

Something's definatly wrong with me or something. I slept for about 14 hours and I'm still sleepy. This sucks a lot of ass. No one called to wake me up or anything ARGH.

I just finished stroytelling for eight hours. Might I add that my friends must be mighty desparate because, lord, do I suck balls. It was such an uneventful day that I feel like I wasted everyone's time. In Exalted they talked, stole, sold and fought. Why? Because I don't know that damn rules. Of course, being a Rules Laywer (as some people say) I want to know how it works exactly. Vampire was pretty lame. I made the NPCs stupid and made a stupid mistake of putting a potentially EXTREMELY powerful character into a spot where he could get his ass kicked. How to get him out? No clue. God, why must I suck balls?

Strange. I know it's probably a bad idea to admit this but, I've never had an X-Rated dream about someone I knew before. Aaaaaanyway.

That Boy's Girl is being a bitch to Hardcore Ashmore. Fuck her. He's about nine-thousand billion times more intelligent and mature than she is. That Boy get an ear chewing when he gets back.

So, if the Kingdom Hearts demo was at 2 and I'm home, does Nathan still get free stuff? No. I fell asleep for, oh, two hours more than I wanted to. Damn it all. :(

People. Hair nothing I'm not taking my pictures. "Fuck it." As they say. I need about $30 to go to the Metreon later. Kingdom Hearts Demo. Let's see how that goes.

Just finished Requiem for a Dream. Horrible in a good way. Drugs are bad. I mean, really bad. I mean, there can be nothing worse. Watch the movie, you'll get it. Though I sort of wished I didn't see it. Thank you, MTAT.

That movie took my bad move and twisted it into something weird. I'm listening to Elvis, because that's what I was listening to before the movie when I posted at 3:50. And I don't know what to change it to. It's just "Can't Help Falling in Love" over and over again.

Where's my head at...

Blogger hates my blockquoting and messes with the font size. I hate you too, blogger.

Okay, it's 3 AM and I have to get up at 8, shower and get ready for senior photos. Screw that. I don't even know if I WANT to. Not like anyone REALLY wants them. Sure eveyone will be polite and ask for one but what will they do with it? Stick it in their ass. I'd love to do it for them. I am bitter. You know why? I know why. I just finished reading that person's whole blog and it made me feel... oh, there isn't a word for it. But If you could combine bitter, horrible and depresed all into one word (Horrib-itter-pressed?) that's what I feel like. I lied to them. Noth of them. I told C that I wanted to "try out other people" without ever mentioning M to her. And I never told M that I was hiding her from C, wihch would piss her off because it pissed her off then TB wanted to hide her from TG. So now it's out in the open at 3 AM. I don't care what you all think of me. This is who I am. Don't like it? Tough. Yes, I am a nice person in general. Timid, shy and a coward. Also been caleld a push-over. The fact that I havn't argued against it proves I am. But I can be an asshole, a prick, a bastard and just as angry and enraged as the next guy. My life isn't so bad when compared to some people, like Eminem or the starving children in third world countries. But compared to all my friends my life sucks. Sucks like a... like something. Maybe I only think this because none of them has ever told me about the bad things in their life. Want mine? Too bad, here they are:

My dad wasn't there for my 13th bithday. I told him "it's okay" on the phone. It wasn't. I felt "13, this is when puberty's effects finish and I become a man." Which may or not be true, but if I felt it, that's what it is to me." Now I feel bad for missing Ernest's party. But he had his friends over and I don't like some of them. Anyway. Instead dad was in the Philippines with a woman. Yes, you know what I mean. The following summer was hell in Vegas. My parents fighting and all that. I found out later in life that dad had done this before. Anyway. So forthcoming I felt like shit. The end of my 7th grade career sucked. My 8th grade year was a fiasco and it was amazing I graduated.

Winter of '98. I got introduced to RE2 and AOL. In combination that gave birth to RE RPG. Which I met Michelle. Mellick, not the other one. Wow, gee ain't life grand a girl who likes me! Yada-yada long story. In the end, a phone call stating that Michelel wasn't real and instead was a combination of a real Michelle Mellick and Kim (Theresa Marie Jarell) role-playing the characterfor hte RPG. Wow, ain't love grand? No, love sucks. So that was my first brush with love. Summer was better that year. Then High School started.

Alma Heights. That sucked. Long story short I hated it and the assholes there. Dropped out second semester, got most of my crdits. No, just some, actually.

Oceana, Sophmore year. Boy did that year bite ass. All F's I swear to God. Fell in with the gaming crowd, lost my focus. That was dumb. Probably influenced by the semester I missed and the summer that followed it. Met Crystal that year.

Jump foreward to this year. Didn't graduate, wonderful. All my friends are moving on but me. I don't drive, I don't have a job and I broke up with my girlfriend for another person. But some of you know this story so I won't go into it.

Okay, on paper it don't seem to bad and I don't want to point fingers but in the end:

I hate myself and want to die.

Thinking of writing a poem. No, not about death. What do I look like, a fucking Goth? Hate'em. Love'em at the same time. They look kinda neat but I think it's just a way to get attention. And some of them are angsty. Hardcore Ashmore has brought it to my attention that this blog seems like a big bitter recepticle. Maybe it is. Is that so bad? It's a vent. Nothing good in it so far, though. We'll see how this goes.

Should I tie my hair back for pictures? Only one person answered and said yes. If I'm on and you've read this, tell me what you think.

Now that this is all on here, there's no way I could ever show my ex. Oh well. I bet my current interest is going to pissed to. But if so, then I deserve it. Thinking of writing a poem... thinking... thinking.... fine.

I'm becoming a bitter person. This I know. This I feel. Bitterness.

It's like a poem. Full of bitterness. I'm beginning to hate things. And People. Right noow it's Hsien-Ko. That's not her real name but, it's close. Make her stop IMing me. She ignores my IMs but when she IMs me it's totally different. Fug it, she can go to hell.

[02:20:43] Rimiruru: are you going to be at the metreon tomorrow?
[02:20:55] PlatnmWpn: I dunno, I might.
[02:21:22] Rimiruru: paaarty
[02:21:29] Rimiruru: stalkers cosplayers and baau
[02:21:32] Rimiruru: quite a party
[02:21:46] PlatnmWpn: Knowing this, I may not go.
[02:21:57] Rimiruru: it's KH demo day
[02:22:27] PlatnmWpn: I know.
[02:22:52] Rimiruru: oh yeah, fanboys
[02:22:55] Rimiruru: then again
[02:23:05] Rimiruru: they're too geeky and purist probably for a disney tainted game

No one liked the FF Movie. I don't know what the hell everyone wanted from it. But I won't argue the point since I'm not good at persuading anyone to do anything. I have to take Senior pics tomorrow morning. I don't know wheter I want to, and if I do, whether or not to tie my hair back.

Played Warcraft 3 with Pip. Thank God we're getting better. I'm finally starting to become one of those dickwads who makes hordes of Huntresses. I hate the strat but it works, unfortunatly for the world. But of course my DSL cut out when we were doing well. Screw you Earthlink, you were lucky I wasn't playing a ladder game or I'd be mighty pissed. I think we're ready for ladder now that we ca ntake two computers, on Fast, on an 8 player map. Wish us luck when we do go play. :)

Debating on letting my other friend know about blog.... thinking... thinking... nah.

Archives gone again. Either blogger is messing with me or the person is.

If you're reading this, you should start your own blog.

Cheese-it's and root beer.

Daft Punk isn't that good, once you've heard Oakenfold.

Add Jedi Master KB of Dagobah to the list. Total of five.

They put the evidence back up, obviously reading. It's strange, I mean I obviously meant them to notice my dismay at their removal, didn't mean for them to act on it. Sue my small vocabulary for that horrible sentance.

Currently, four people know of the existance of this blog. NBK, Pip, MTAT, and Hardcore Ashmore. I hope they don't show anyone else or laugh at me or something. Or do something I'll regret...

When you get pissed, take a nap to change your mood, and then someone changes their site by removing incriminating evidence, how do you feel? I don't know, confused I guess.

Back to why I was pissed:
1. I don't know why, maybe it was reading the old blogs.
2. People kept annoying me on AIM, so I just ignored them, problem solved.
3. When someone gets all hypocritical on you, it tends to piss you off.
4. Nobody preaches to me. I know what I do wrong and I hate myself enough for it.
5. Don't mock my typos when I'm upset. At any other time I might have found it funny, but this time I didn't.

I hate myself and want to die. :)

There's something to be said when all your friends are out of high school and you're not.

It sucks.

The universe is against me.

Anagram Geinus is a cool program, someone find me a crack.

Why would anyone read another persons blog from a whole year ago? No clue, I couldn't tell you if you asked me. I'm just doing it. Though, I am getting mixed emotions.

It was one of those "stay one night in a haunted mansion" dreams. People I didn't know, like a movie. They were talking then decided to go out and do something outside the mansion. So all of a sudden it's just me there and I'm looking through their cigarette butts for some reason, I start thinking about the woman that was burned in the basement and hear someone coming down the hall. Looking up I pick up the ashtray and take a step foreard. I'm in my own living room now and the woman comes around the corner. She looks all burnt and stuff. I gasp to scream and throw the ashes at her for some reason. I wake up mid-gasp, gasping also. Had a stomach ache and ate before I went to bed. Still have a stomach ache. Argh.

Woke from a nightmare, I can only hope to remember it enough to post it later. Last night before I went to bed I had In'n'Out. Burger, fries, root beer float. The Float tasted lke soap or rubbing alcohol or something. Took only a sip or two the and dumped it. Later got a stomach ache. Damn it I think they were trying to kill me. So I lay down and fell asleep because I was sleepy. Woke up minutes later and everyone had gone to bed so I put up the proper away message and went to bed. Woke up and now I'm here. I didn't sleep much last night and I didn't sleep much tonight. I have to piss but I'm a wuss and can't go outside. Fuck.

Friendship is a double edged sword. Well, the side in my face isn't as painful as the other, but sometimes I think it is. Oh, and the other edge is actually a cake. It's great to have a bunch of friends and all, they talk to you, hang out, play games, help you through life, etc. But it's tough when everyone wants a piece of you and there isn't enough time in a day for them all. I have so many groups of friends and it's hard to please them all. I can usually try to balance them, but it doesn't always work. There's the Role-Playing Group, the RE RPG group, the Warcraft group and the group of people who just want to talk on AIM. There's also family. With all those people it's hard to decide what to do when and you're not sure if your plans w/ group A conflict with your plans in groups B, C, D, or E. Then I also have to do things for myself and soon school starts. Life is difficult.

I just realized that the RP group wants to get together on Friday and I think my dad wants to go to Sacramento. Fuck me in the ass, now I have to make a phone call.

Played Mage, My character failed to save another Mage's life. The first time that I've actually cared. Gonna have the char go through a doubting period. No one's online to talk to. Bored. Blagh. Should setup my mom's computer so I can scan this pic my grandpa drew. It's nice.

Vacuuming sucks. It makes you hot and tired, and it hurts your back. I'm definatly hungry. ETA 3 minutes. Also, you never seem to get everything unless you vacuum for an hour, which I never do.

NBK signed off at 9:48 AM PST. Was kicked off a few moments prior. I wonder if the second time was of their own volition. Worried. Especially since I don't know what we're doing today, my friend lost his backpack of RPG stuff. Maybe today will suck in general. ETA 10 minutes.

"Lift it, you might break it." Not in english, tagalog. That's what I heard from my grandmother. I was expecting: "You don't act strong, like a man." to follow. Amazingly, it didn't. ETA 11 minutes.

Last night there was a humungous mosquito sandwiched between my window and the screen. It's not there anymore. How did it get in and out? No idea. Scary. ETA 15 minutes. Still need the vacuum.

Update. Tired, hungry. Can't find the vacuum. ETA, 18 minutes.

*yawn* Maybe thet'll fix my sleeping habit. Got company in 30 minutes and I really should be cleaning my room but felt that I needed to blog. NBK's still upset, not at me, though, but I still wonder what it is. :\ Looks like a long road ahead today. I'll try to blog later.

NBK went to bed upset. I don't know why, but I hope isn't something that's my fault. Le sigh. Well, tomorrow's another day, another blog. It's off the blogger for the night, unless I think of anything later. I didn't do much today, though I should work more on my report. Blagh. I have pictures on Friday morning, friends planning to come over and I just got a mail from PlayOnline stating here's a Kingdom Hearts demo at the Metreon. Screw the world and it's timing.

Took two bites. Turkey and swiss. I hate swiss, especially when I know I saw the swiss the night before last with mold on it; and while I know you can just cut the moldy layer off there's just something about the thought that part of the cheese was moldy that makes me not want to eat this. Ah well. Ketchup.

Taking a stab at mom's mystery omlet. I like it when she leave's things, I'd like to know what they are, too.

Seems like I forget to blog a lot, maybe this isn't so great. Didn't do much yesterday. Played some games, talked on the phone, did some work. Slept late again. Woke up late, too. Need to fix my sleeping habits. x.x

Forgot to post last night, sue me. It wasn't much. A couple of War3 games and a handful of South Park Episodes.

Motherfucker.

Last night I now understand what NBK has been talking about. I got a hint about it three nights ago, which I willl explain in a moment, but last night was the icing on the proverbial cake.

Three nights ago, Whorebag (for that is her new name), and a couple of people I know were playing War3 and we were losing, quite badly. So she starts complaining about how "this sucks" that we're losing. (I was enjoying the challenge, myself.) So she decides in the next game to turn on Random Heros, which gives you a hero to start with, but it's random. I'm against it because I'm partial to a certain hero, the Moon Priestess. Well, not only did I not get my Priestess, I found that the Random hero you start with takes up your food supply so that I can't build anymore peasents. She said it would be faster? No, it's slower. Stupid, stupid bitch. Not only that, we all had to play Musical Colors prior to the game because she wanted Red. Whore. Bag.

So last night we're playing an RPG and she insults Prometheus the first time around, calling her slow. Bitch, the reason we lag is not the connection I'm on, it's the POS you're trying to run Warcraft III on. So we die because no one listens to me. The second time around I actually get to lead. I love leading. Power. POWER!

Ahem... so I'm dealing out the treasure we find as I see fit. I can explain the stats each Hero has and what they do, but I won't, unless someone asks me to post them. I gave Kristin basically jack shit, because that's what she did. She didn't use her mana, she wasn't in the front in need of HP, and damage increase is better for people who DO SOMETHING BESIDES LAG. So eventually we get to a store where our characters can buy items, but there's only one of each, and if you wait the item comes back after the purchase. So Chase buys something she wants and she bitches. I think "Okay, fine, we'll wait for her, because if she doesn' get what she wants she'll be pissed." So I wait with Chase while she and Jon go off ahead, which pisses me off because they're not sharing the Exp. I tell them to wait. She says, "Forget you." I get pissed, saying, "I was waiting here for you. Bitch." She gets upset and complains that I called her a bitch. I explain I was waiting for HER and she went ahead. Screw this all, just thinking about it is making me angry. I say that "If you don't wait and listen, you will lose." So she responds by saying, "I don't play games to win." Which is total bull because three nights ago she was the one complaining when we were losing and saying "yay" when we literally beat the crap out of a computer because there was only one on a small map. (More and on a bigger map = harder) While we did win, I thought it was totally boring because the challange was equal to this:




Anyway, this and that, I went to bed and woke up at 12, lay under the blanket for 3 hours and got up to eat. Here I am.

I went to bed last night at about 11:30 since Chase said he'd be right back but, in fact, never did. I had the most messed up dream. I shall post:

Lesse. Started out (as I can remember) in a weird Resident Evil type setting. I was "watching" a girl and a guy were running around trying to solve a mystery. They saw a grate that acted like a button. You could press and depress it. There was a Zergling from StarCraft running around and they figured. "If we keep the grate in and have the Zergling attack it, then kick it, it'll open." So they did that and it did. The girl crawled in and now all of a sudden, I'm the girl. The guy leaves and goes to do the same thing at another building. I turn my flashlight on (I actually have the flashlight used by the girl in the dream) and realize I'm in the cellar of a bakery. I open the trap door and listen in on some conversations. Figure some things out and then find myself going home.

Me actually, going to my actual house. Come home through the garage, go upstairs and find my friend Chris Toribio sitting in my kitchen talking to my sister about Anime. I found out that we were going on a trip and started fixing my hair, which was now, like Chris', streaked blonde in an AzN style. It is also short. Strange. I wet my hair and turn on the hair dryer. Why both at once? No idea. As I'm brushing I realize one of my fathers is standing up straight. Yes, feathers. So I'm tugging to get it out and it hurts, by God. My mom comes up the stairs and says "You'll never get it out with that DRY humidity." WTF is Dry Humidity? No clue. But to this I react by turning off the hair dryer and, sure enough, the feather comes out. My grandmother comes by and talks about how she would like to go, but no one bought a ticket for her. I get upset that they would leave her out. I go to find someone to find out if she can come and find that everyone but Chris, (who wasn't going with us, he was just visiting) and Tim are gone. Chris was talking to Tim (my brother-in-law) and Tim was playing with my dog. Tim had stayed behind to give me a ride to the airport. I tell him what I think so he goes to call my sister, his wife. I go put clothes on, rather rushed and frantic because I still HAVE TO PACK.

It's then morning for some reason and my GRANDMOTHER IS DRIVING ME TO SCHOOL. We're driving along and she talks about how she has to pack still and I ask her to pack for me. She says fine and we stop at a dead end. There are three people outside coming out of a house, two girls and a boy. My grandma rolls down the window and asks them if Bubble (Lilo and Stitch maybe?) Road is still here, they say no. They ask me where I'm going, I tell them "school." And their mom comes out and has a fit. Her kids don't go to no damn school 'cause they stupid. I have to give a speech about each person can be smart in different ways, like one of her sons was good at math, but weak in vocabulary. Then Crystal, my ex, comes in and talks about how she was the other way around, weak in math but better at English. So I convince the kids and their friends and a woman who looks like Rosanne's sister in the TV show "Rosanne" (who was the kids' aunt, apparently) that they should go to school. Then the mom comes over and gives three reasons why they shouldn't. The smart math guy think only in math terms, thinks something in a strange way and gets her objective mixed up and thinks his mom is in favor of him schooling. She can't change his mind and we ALL start walking towards the school.

This next part is a doozy, since I haven’t seen Goldmember, yet.

The "camera" changes and I can see a close up of snakes. Black Mambas and Boa Constrictors to be exact. I hear hissing and footsteps and there's a "scene" where I see the smart math boy get bitten by the Mamba and the Constrictor has swallowed someone whole. So I hear "Austin!" Then I hear a wet noise. The "camera" back up and there's Austin Powers, with his penis in a humungous snake. (Induced by http://www.boners.com/grub/380900.html) Then I hear. "Austin, Vampire!" Which I can assume is the name of this next maneuver.... A few thrusts and grunts and Austin has inflated the snake with gallons of, uh, spunk. Now he picked up the snake and rips it open. Inside is Foxxy Cleopatra (Beyonce) and she's covered in, uh, stuff. This might have something to do with the fact that Chase, Terri and I were joking around about bukake and how it's gross. If you don't know what that is, look it up on Google. She smiling and everyone on the street is clapping. It's now night again, in the city. Here comes Natalie Portman, in some sort of skimpy outfit, talking to Mike Myers' character. They talk about something and they go off. Portman gets into a fight with some other woman over who gets to be with Austin.

All of a sudden I'm in a cube from "The Cube" and I'm going to be sliced to pieces by lasers from "Resident Evil" the movie. So I dodge and move into the next cube. Which isn't a Cube, it's....

The Sony Metreon! I'm shopping! Looking at stuff at Sony Style, the electronics store! For some reason everything is on a slope and as I'm reading the details on a computer stand, the stand begins to slide until it hits a wall. The woman watching the area gets upset and begins fixing it while I walk away and go to the Discovery Store and look at books. Who else is there but Stan Lee, of course. Creator of Marvel comics. He's talking to "true believers" about the X-Men and I can only guess why. I eat a Slim Jim.

All of a sudden I turn the corner and there I am with the FBI group of people from "Swordfish" going back into The Cube. We get a password (which I can only guess it Swordfish, heh) and open the doors into the cube. I enter first, which is a mistake because the door shut behind me and the lasers start charging up. I think I'm doomed but the doors open and I'm saved. We go to open the next cube and it's like we're in a helicopter, flying through the air and we have to jump onto a moving train from our moving helicopter. I time it and go fourth.

So I'm on this train, which makes me think FF7. And we're on a cargo car, in the open, wind blowing our hair around. But instead of landing with the FBI group, I land with some kids about my age. Scary. I figure that these boxes must be filled with equipment. The big boxes have armor and the smaller ones have potions and stuff (a la the Final Fantasy series). So I open the first box, and instead of the sort of thing I expected...

The first box is filled with Collectable Card Game Starter Decks. Yu-gi-oh! Cards. So I realize that this is a sealed deck tournament. A format in which you pay an entry fee and receive sealed decks and packs of your cards and build your deck minutes before you pay, instead of bringing your own deck. So here we are, a group of card gamers sitting at a table in a game store similar to the one I used to go to near my High School called "DNA Cards and Comics." I realize that most of these decks are Yu-gi-oh! but some are actually Lord of the Rings and Star Wars. I want to play Star Wars, but there were only two fucking Starter's and they've both been opened. Screw everyone else, I'm pissed. Michael Fields (ex-classmate and my ex's sister's boyfriend) want me to play Lord of the Rings with him. "Hell no, Mike, I wanna play Star Wars." He says he's sorry and give me a Queen Amidala card to make immense. So I've got one card from the 60 I need from a deck. Then the thought hits me, I'll make a Queen Amidala Deck, yes! (I actually have one of those for the Star Wars CCG, "Young Jedi.") But I still have to find a deck. I declare that I will sacrifice a virgin if I don't get a Star Wars deck and Jennie Thai (classmate. little Asian. innocent looking girl, really.) gets scared, because, apparently, she's the only virgin in the room and I'm not about to kill myself to get something for me. Who should come along as hostess and try to help me get a deck of Star Wars the CCG? Carrie Fisher. Princess Leia. Of course she's young and not old as she is now, she still looks much like Princess Leia. I find a starter and realize that it's not compatible with the other card games. I double check and ask Mike. "This first edition box isn't compatible with the second edition is it?" Mekala, Mike's girlfriend says that it isn’t. The store owner tells me she can give me one from the store's personal stock and I'm happy. I walk over to Carrie and she tries to make me feel better. She holds my hand and reassures me that I'll have my deck ready on time. I guess the physical contact with another person was too much because now I realize I'm dreaming.

I fight to stay in this dream where Carrie Fisher is hosting a Sealed Deck Tournament and I've got a bunch of neato cards. I lose and wake up pissed.

So, for those of you counting the plugs here's a list:
The Sony Metreon
Sony Style
The Discovery Store
Slim Jim
Resident Evil the Game
Resident Evil the Movie
StarCraft
The Cube
Swordfish
Lord of the Rings
Star Wars
http://www.boners.com
Austin Powers: Goldmember
Final Fantasy
Rosanne
Lilo and Stich (Maybe)

As for people:
A Zergling
Rosanne's Sister
Austin Powers
Foxxy Cleopatra
Natalie Portman
Carrie Fisher
The black FBI agent from Swordfish
Chris Toribio
Jennie Thai
Crystal David
Mekala David
Michael Fields
Mary Tamayo
Chase McDougal
Nathan Tamayo
My grandmother.

Oh. And my flashlight.

I woke up at about 10 AM PST and got onto my computer, bored as ever. So I decided to type up my dream (above) for my friends to see. Sent it to everyone in the dream and even some people who weren't. Took a shower and did my usual hygene stuff. Got dressed. Yes, NBK, not sweats. Khaki cargos and a beige striped polo. Went to my half-brothers b-day party. Which was bascially eating and playing on the PS2. Not a whole lot, but it wass chill, so I liked it. Came home, ripped Prometheus out of her hole. ripped Tim's modem out of his computer once I got here (Ernest's house) and installed the drivers. Got online only a few minutes before NBK did and played with the res since the monitor I'm on now has bad sharpness. Signed up for blogger. Guess what I did after. ;)