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I'm sure this fuckin bitches name is Norma-Jean or something... for christ sakes. "What's the error code it gives you?" asked Jordan. "It don't work!", replied the retarded american. Oooh, that error code... yeeeaah, that one's real common with 'you' people. You see people, when a modem stops working, or fails at any function, it returns an error code. It actually says, "ERROR CODE: 788" or some other number. *sigh* Today is going horrible so far... Mark and I got caught taking long lunches and I can see us easily getting fired for it, and since Goga isn't in today, we won't know the true consequences of our awesome slacking until tomorrow probably. So I'm a bit nervous about that, and so far I've been getting the worst calls imaginable, although I'm sure Norma-Jean will turn out to be at least an hour long call, maybe a bit longer.

Anyway, that wasn't exactly what I wanted to write about... while the unrivaled stupidity of ignorant computer users is quite amusing, my intentions were to recap the previous days, and maybe throw in a few witty remarks.

Saturday at work was basically one call; I had a seven hour call that lasted me pretty much the entire day and that was that. It was boring, I finished the internet and had nothing left to read. I probably would've preffered two 4 hour calls, but meh, I guess I can't complain. After work the crew hit the booze factory and purchased some fine beverages, and then went back to my place to drink said beverages. We listened to music, chillaxed, and other things... my memory is kind of hazy. Anyway... around 12:30am or so, we headed to the dissent, where we... had fun? I dunno.. I took lots of pictures for the gallery, and drank a bit (I don't remember how many... but I remember buying Steve a drink, and Mark a drink... well, Michelle did hehe. sweet michelle!). Also, three seperate timse a different girl walked up to me and said something, and I only heard/remember what one of them. Peaches walked up to me and said something... I blinked.. then she smiled and walked away. I was standing up in the new dj booth taking pictures, so I assume she said something along the lines of: hey, you cant be back there. but why she just smiled and walked away makes me doubt that. so uh.. i doubt she reads this but what the hell did you say to me?? Also the girl in the black pinstriped dress came right up to me and said something but I was too drunk to remember what she said. I think she was friendly, and she was damn sure hot, so I wish I could remember. Thirdly the girl in the pink with the redish hair talked to me, it appears we work together and she said she's seen me around, so I shook her hand and said loudly, "I AM FRIENDLY!". Yeah.. she probably wont talk to me again haha.

Now that I'm talking about Saturday, it's the perfect time to mention that the dissent gallery has been updated with last Friday and Saturday night. Friday night there are only a few pictures, since that was the night I was super drugged up and fell asleep in the booth (and you can tell im out of it in the pictures). Credit goes to Mark for almost every one of those pictures. Saturday night has lots, and a lot of Jordan and close up shots. Also a couple of newish hot girl dancing, and lots of my friends... so enjoy them! Also, like stated on the front page of the gallery, if you are in any of these pictures and wish to have them removed, just contact me through email or private message, and let me know.. it'll be down as soon as possible.

Friday, September 2nd Gallery
Saturday, September 3rd Gallery

After the bar Saturday, Michelle, Mark and myself walked to Subway and got subs cause well... all you want to do when your drunk and the bars are closed is eat stuff. There should be rules though... you shouldn't be allowed to order a sub drunk, because you always wake up the next day with the most retarded crap on your sub, and it's all half eaten. Swiss cheese?? NO THANKS! Anyway... (notice the dot dot dots) Michelle and I went back to my place, turned on High Fidelity and watched half of it, before being full from subs and then going to sleep (I honestly don't remember much about being at home). I slept pretty well I think... woke up with a slight hangover, but chugged back two glasses of orange juice, two glasses of other juice stuff, and a glass of Coke, so when I woke up at ... 3 fucking PM, I didn't have a hangover anymore. So I guess this is where my transition from talking about Saturday, to talking about Sunday... *screen fades to black*

Michelle and I got up way late and Michelle wanted to go to the mall to go makeup shopping, and I felt like being insulted and stared at, so I agreed to go with her. We got ready, I took two pictures before leaving, and we were off to catch the 13 Wellington to White Oaks.

It was pretty much your average trip to the mall... we went to Wal-Mart to get stuff... on the way to the store, I was walking along the sidewalk and some guy in his parked car called me a fag as I walked by, and without thinking I just yelled, "fucker" back. I immediatly realized I could probably get my ass kicked for... defending myself, so I probably won't do that again. Now I'm wondering... i get called a fag about three or four times a week, and the only thing I can think of to yell back is, "I LOVE VAGINAS!". I'm curious if actual homosexuals get called fag as much as I do. Bastards, everyone! Michelle bought a bunch of makeup, I got some jetblack eyeshadow, some brushes to apply the makeup, some liquid coverup, and I think something else... I don't remember. It was super busy and I started to feel very anxious, as I didn't take lithium that day (go hangover) and I felt like I really needed to get out of there. On our way walking back to the busstop, some guy yelled to his friend, "I love that guys hair." so that made me feel a bit better. We caught the bus back to Michelles house for supper.

When we got there, I hooked up my external drive to her computer and transfered over some music (84 MSI songs, Richard Cheese, Wumpscut aannd.. others I think). I also transfered over Project 64, my Nintendo 64 emulator and some roms (Super Mario 64, Paper Mario and so on). We had chicken breast and potatos for supper, and I had a wee bit of Pea Meal Bacon roast? or something.. basically ham; it was nummy to the max. I had some mustard on it and it bent me over. It's nice having people food once and a while. After supper I showed Michelle Final Fantasy 6, and she started a game! So I taught her the basics of fighting and stuff, and she's playing it on her own now, and if she gets stuck or has questions about how the game works, she just asks me, since I'm a godly expert at that game. I like turning people onto Final Fantasy, because it's really something that should be enjoyed by all, just like any good book or movie. I went home after watching Family Guy, at 9:30pm (I think).

When I got home I spent a long while editing images, uploading and so on, setting up the two new nights of the gallery. It's a very repetitive proccess, in which I save an image, then resize the image, then save the image, then upload the image. It kinda drives me nuts after awhile, but I got it all done last night, and rather quickly. I spent the evening talking to my new friend Laura, Michelle, Linzie and.. Emily. Yeah, I'm talking to Emily again. I didn't go to bed until 5am or so. I actually just sat up at my desk, eating salty popcorn and drinking pop, feeling insane and all manic; I remember saying out loud, as I got up to run to the kitchen, "I can't fucking sleep now!"

I woke up early this morning... on purpose. Even though I didn't go to bed until 5am, I set the alarm for 9:45am because I wanted to get up, get dressed and have breakfast. Also, the earlier I set it, then I can set it later, and it feels like I'm sleeping in, as opposed to setting it for the last second, then I feel rushed... strange.. I know, but it helps. I got up around 10:30am I believe, straightened my bangs, put some some comfy clothes (no pretty clothes really.. just brown pants, dress shirt, alexisonfire zipup). I cooked a fried egg on a english muffin, finished half of it and Mark messaged me and said we had to leave if we wanted to catch the holiday Oxford, so we met at Waterloo and walked through the ghetto, to the booze factory, where we waited for the oxford east. Mark, being an idiot (haha fuck you Mark!), somehow miscalculated the time OR the bus was late/early. Either way, we waited there for a good ten minutes or so, before the bus actually came. We got on and away to work we went.

Work so far as been bad, as I started out the entry telling. Getting caught, getting bad calls, feeling sick (from the 6 month old egg I ate this morning), and having a good mood wrecked by these events is discouraging. Oh, and I forgot my lithium at home (but I have my olanzapine). So I guess there is a chance that things could turn around and it might turn out to be a good day, but it doesn't seem very likely. I guess that brings us up to date as far as recaps go...

It seems lately everything from my past is coming back. Linzie and I have been talking about our relationship a lot lately... for the last couple weeks anyway. It's nice because the thoughts still make me feel good inside and stuff, but it sometimes makes me feel sad because I miss it, and her. She's coming over this Wednesday, which will be nice, and we're gonna watch movies. Emily and I are talking again... we've touched on some things but I still have a bunch of junk inside me, but I'd rather surpress it, as I don't want to have to deal with the stress and sadness... I deserve a break from all that bullshit; I'm starting to feel good about myself, and my life, so I don't want to just get depressed and angry again. Emily and I are discussing plans to perhaps get together, and while that may mess me up inside, I think it's too tempting to turn down... or something. I don't really feel comfortable talking about any of it on here though, so I'm going to stop now.

Tonight I'm going to take my Olanzapine, make myself a nice dinner, maybe tidy up a bit, and then go to bed early. I'm looking forward to it. Fish, rice and corn.. mmm. I'm hungry... dammit.

I guess that's it for now... I better get back to Norma-Jean.. she's getting antsy so I better bullshit her a bit more now. Toodles.

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Ninjas can kill anyone they want! Ninjas cut off heads ALL the time and don't even think twice about it. These guys are so crazy and awesome that they flip out ALL the time. I heard that there was this ninja who was eating at a diner. And when some dude dropped a spoon the ninja killed the whole town. My friend Mark said that he saw a ninja totally uppercut some kid just because the kid opened a window.

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