"What's the quote number for being drunk? 64532 or 673--BLAAAAARRRGH!!" Yeah...*ahem* got really really plowed last night. It was very uncomfortable, but at least the poor fish didn't choke on his own vomit in his sleep and die. That would have been unfortunate.

The football game was also last night: Eskimo's vs. the Blue Bombers. It was a terrific game (whaa??? writing about sports?). The Esk's totally had the thing until the second half when a kick put the Bombers one point over the Esks. AND THEN, in the last two minutes (maybe like 1 minute and twenty seconds rather...) the Esk's totally pulled it together and made one more touch down, and it was bloody incredible. You think you are capable of sitting down and enjoying something like a spectator sport in complete calm serenity, and then all of a sudden, you see something like that and you're automatically on your feet yelling, but you're brain is going, "what the fuck? Why are you tuning into this mob mentality crap? But, hey, that was fucking amazing, wasn't it?"

Lastly, I caught a tiny football to play catch with in our new apartment.

Today, we saw the actual place. There was a rodent cage and assorted rodent accessories hidden in the closet of the room I'm claiming. It smelled really bad, and at first I thought possibly the rodent corpse had been abandoned, seeing as everything was there for it except for itself. Which leads me to believe that it a) got crushed by a box during the move or b) needed to be smuggled out, or c) jumped out the window and plunged 23 stories to it's timely and less scented demise. Yes, the apartment was in disgusting shape. "They" [1] assured us that all the left over torn gaunchies, "Glow" magazines, animal accessories/site of animal demise, and little styrofoam flecks and other strange things would be gone before we moved in, and that we would get our carpets steam cleaned. Additionally, my grandmother and I will be cleaning it thoroughly before we move in, and thank christ for that.

I'm really fucking tired, and mildly upset about things.

I got sort of dragged to the Roost tonight, which gave me mixed feelings. I intensley dislike one of his friends who came out tonight, which never helps things. However, his other two friends were really nice, one in particular, who was hilarious. Much like yesterday however, I found myself sort of detached from all the going-ons, and feeling much more inclined to just watch things rather then participate and interact. I played shoot-'em-up zombie games a lot tonight, as well as some pin-ball, which I did awesome at, because I rock at it.

Sidenote: an old arch nemesis by the name of "Mattdyka" [2] showed up and was dancing next to us before I realized what was up, and weirdly enough, I kept mentally begging her to pick a fight with me (the dislike is mutual- a rare thing with me) because I was so so incredibly bored and itching for anything else to do then pretend that "I am a dancer, just like you. We are all so happy and ignorant, and love this shitty music dearly."

[2] Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to get fucked so badly that she would mess around with whomever would give it to her, on either side of the sex pool, but if it was a girl...she would deny that she was gay...and continue to do dirty things with said victim who happened to have a very tough and probably overly-protective best friend. The best friend saw this happening for a long time and then, after the last parting fight between the girl and Mattdyka, the bestfriend sent her a "strongly worded" email about where she should go, how fast, and what to wear (which is nothing...because it's durn hot in hell). Mattdyka runs away, but hates the best friend forever. And the devil walks the earth afterall. The End.





[1] The landlords/slum managers/omnipotent forces  ¶ 2:29 AM