So yesterday was pretty much the longest day of my life, and being as I haven't written here in a while, I figured I should sum it up.

The Bad:
I blew out a tire and knocked off my alignment coming off of Route 46, it'll cost a little under $1,000 to fix.

• $500 for 4 new tires
• $300 in new parts for the tires' interior
• $60 for the alignment, plus tax

on top of that I need to replace the bumper for $500, but mom is paying for that.

The Good:

• I beat Super Mario 64 completely for the first time. All 120 stars, That might seem like no big deal, but I've been trying to do that since I was 8.
• Meredith and I went to the OLV Carnival in Wayne, and we got the bumper car course all to ourselves for five minutes, then we had homemade lemonade, zeppoli and cotton candy.
• Transformers 2 toys hit shelves tomorrow, and if I work eBay right, I can sell all the toys from the first movie and use the cash to buy the ones for this one. That way I can use my work paycheck to fix the car.

So yeah, that's my life at the moment.

You know, sometimes I think I misuse this journal. I mean, everyone else posts about their beliefs, their relationship struggles, stressful events like deaths in the family, breakups, profound experiences like living on their own, or inspirational moments they've had throughout the day that warranted sharing with the world.

I discuss toys. Toys and movies. Movies about giant, heavily-armed robots and people with super powers.

Yes, there are people (mainly Emily and Becca) who use their journals for fanfiction, squeeing, and zombie discussion, but when real stuff happens to them, they post about it.

I have a girlfriend, a job, money troubles, I struggle with what to do with my life, where my place is when I clearly view the world much differently than everyone else. But I can't seem to bring myself to post unless
a.) a new movie trailer just came out
b.) I just bought a totally awesome transformer

or

c.) I just watched the latest best episode of the Office

Is this a bad thing? Should I pander to the crowd and post about something that's not plastic or celluloid, and actually matters?


On a seperate note, I was in Toy's 'R' Us the other day and bought the COOLEST thing...

this is why Will smith is my hero.

Well, that and I Am Legend.

And Hancock.

And Independence Day.

And that booty.

In the past 24 hours, I've:

• Watched the movie "Elf" 5 times
• Eaten 7 cheeseburgers (one from McDonalds, 7 from Burger King, to be fair though, 6 of the Burger King ones were those mini White Castle-style dealies)
• Stood in the freezing rain for a total of 73 minutes

and

• seen approximately 62 minutes of Jim Gaffigan's stand-up routine. live. in person. like, he was standing right in front of me.

that guy is pale.

Pale, but hilarious.

That is all.

After 7 MONTHS, I have finally managed to get my computer out of safe mode, and now have sound again! It really did take too long, but after sending away for a new recovery disc and going to just about everyone who works at IT for help, it's finally getting back to normal. I regrettably had to wipe the hard drive and lost quite a bit of stuff, but I had backed up all the important info. I'm having little problems here and there (Facebook and Youtube won't work, and I can't get the battery to charge, so I'm running on the AC cord) but I'm just thankful to actually hear noises again, it's damn near nostalgic!

So yeah, I'll actually BE on AIM now that I can get on it. I still need to reinstall a few things (like Photoshop, which I haven't used since May) so I'll be on a lot.

SOOOOO, it looks it I bought that Transformers Knockoff just in time, as this was posted today.

Apparently I just barely managed to get him before they were all pulled from shelves nationwide.

Score :)

ADVENTURES IN COUNTERFEIT or GOD BLESS THE MAGNIFICENT BASTARDS AT BIG LOTS

so, Nick and I had some time to kill today, and he needed a new controller for his PS2. We headed to the nearest Game Stop and picked one up (those things are still damn expensive) and noticed there was a Big Lots next door. Having seen a post from a trusted far-away Toy Collector, I decided to check it out, and lo and behold, we stumbled upon this:

PIRATED TRANSFORMERS KNOCKOFFS!


these things are full of win. They had all sorts of toys that, were they not stolen and made with cheap paint and plastic, I would have so been all over. They were between $5 and $15 each and some of them were HUGE. I ended up walking away with one of these bad boys, whose name is (get ready for this) "SUPER TRANSFORM ULTIMATE END GENERAL MOBILIZATION"



This is now the crown jewel of my collection. (He has two tiny Optimus Primes for feet!). I am amused to no end by this guy.

Anyways, that is all for now, sorry for totally cramming your friends list with pictures of toys.

That is a lie, I am not sorry.

At all.

I have no idea how to feel about this...I hate to sound like an OMFGWTFBBQ hater, but Piccolo really needs to be green. I get not having a turban, because that might be taboo these days, but seriously.

Green.

's not that hard.

Millions of cosplayers do it every year.

so the past two days have been crazy.

I'm writing this from my NEW ROOM! Kat moved to Maryland to teach there, so I got her room downstairs. It's official, I'm a 20 year old acne-faced Star Wars nerd living in his mother's basement.

All is right with the world.

I went to see Star Wars: The Clone Wars with Seth on Monday, then again with Giedrius and Melissa today, and wow, I'm really glad I didn't make a huge event out of it. I had this whole night planned where I was going to invite a bunch of friends and at the last minute decided "you know what, maybe this'd be better off with just two or three people".

Bullet dodged.

The movie was terrible. Like laughably bad at points. The battle scenes were great (albeit lightsaber battles between CGI characters lack the grace and gravitas of a real movie duel) but man oh man, I've said it before and I'll say it again: George Lucas can not write dialogue FOR HIS LIFE. The entire movie was filled with drab, pointless, dull exposition. Even the witty banter was shallow and repetitive. Seriously, if I had a nickel for every time Anakin called his padawan "snips" or she called him "Sky-guy", I'd have enough to afford a premium lj account. Don't even get me started on the apprentice. Little girl, wearing a tube top, spunky, competitive, with a temper and a deep urge to prove herself. I don't think anyone has yet explained to Mr. Lucas the definition of "Mary Sue" but someone needs to get on that.

But I saw it twice, for two reasons. One: because Padme was wearing the white outfit in it, and two: because a droid gets pushed off a cliff by his commanding officer and screams "WHY?!?!" all the way down. It sounds mildly entertaining, but if you saw it, it was hilarious. It was like a well executed Family Guy joke (or an average Simpson's joke). Seth and I died laughing. For serious. Funeral is on tuesday.

More later.

Last night, I had a dream that Spike and Angel were beating the living / undead crap out of Edward Cullen in a shady back alley, while Buffy stood by the street corner, making sure the coast was clear. Bella was crying next to a dumpster and rambling something like "b-but, he's so BEAUTIFUL", and Faith was standing next to her laughing hysterically, while Xander filmed the whole thing.

And I just thought that merrited sharing with everyone. That is all.

dude...two days of double-shifts...not cool

*passes out*

Because I was bored the other day, and Mia has a large tolerance for my behavior, we shot an impromptu scene for a little "project" :)

Enjoy...

I have spent the last three hours freaking the fuck out.

Why, you ask? mostly because of this, oh and THIS.


OH, and, watching the Aristocrats for the first time, and like five comedians are discussing how they always end up saying "Aristocats".

I is dead laughing.

That bit was for you Ace...

SPOILER (APPARENTLY) It's official: the World, as we know it, hates Andrew "Drew" Bernard.

(including Angela, apparently)

Okay, I know there are a LOT more important things going on in the world: terrorism, disease, poverty, genocide, and all manner of horrifying, life-destroying events that really deserve everyone's attention more than this, but I gotta say...

Do they really need to keep making Wolverine stuff? I mean they made him the star of ALL THREE movies, they're giving him a prequel even though they explained his back story in X2, and this new X-Men cartoon is going to be called "Wolverine and the X-Men" with him as LEADER of the team.

I don't get it. Yes, he's damn-near indestructible, his claws can cut through anything, and he's badass.

But he's a stocky, hostile 5-foot-tall Canadian with anger management issues and severe dependence on the word "SNIKT" for any semblance of style. And he wears yellow spandex.

I don't get it.

/pointlessness

2,000 years ago, a tiny bunny named Jesus was resuscitated after three days in a coma, and decided to share the joyous message of God to the masses by giving chocolate likenesses of himself to small children and hiding crappy colored eggs he bought at a Stop n' Shop.

Somehow us Christians mixed up the translation in that book of ours, but now you know what really happened.

Happy Easter everyone :)



(ps, Bonecrusher hates this holiday)

At 3 in the morning, when the whole campus is asleep, I've just been kissing a beautiful woman atop a roof overlooking the Manhattan skyline as the breeze fluttered through her hair.

(Danielle Steele has nothing on me.)

And I just thought I'd share that with everyone here, because all the people I'd squee to are asleep. (And will read it here when they wake up).

Now that the WGA strike is over, we get our Scrubs back(!) and our Office back(!). I kinda don't want there to be an Office season finale. Season finales mean drama. Drama usually means break-ups. It was more fun thinking "come on, come on, get together!" with Jim/Pam. Now it's more like "come on, come on, don't break up, don't break up...pleeeeeease!".

Regardless, now I have to go back to watching actual tv. Not just kids shows. You'd think I'd be happy, but no. My inner child is gonna have to choke a bitch.