For the record book...

I just had my very first "Got Milk?" moment, and it sucked ass. I poured a bowl of Kix, and got the milk out from the fridge. The milk's expiration date says 06/08/09. Today is the 6th. I look into the milk and saw chunks floating.

So now I'm just eating dried Kix with a spoon.

Got milk?

Belated birthday present...

I am currently typing this entry with my new phone. Not just any phone... iphone! Thanks to my awesome brother and his girlfriend.

Now my Razor can really go be emo and cut itself with itself. Yes, that was a reference to my blog entry a couple entries below.

Neverlasting.

So last night while I was out, at around 11:30 PM while my parents were sleeping, my Everlast workout ball exploded in my room. It woke my parents up, and they thought someone broke into the house. Everlast my ass. More like Neverlast. Shit, now I need a new workout ball.

I hate when the weather is shitty and gloomy. The thunder was cool, but that was about it. And if it's going to rain, why not rain harder? Now my car looks like a girl's been crying with mascara.

And also,

Legion of Doom!

FUCK THAT GUY.

(Copied and pasted from my myspace bulletin today.)

Today at work, I picked up a phone call from a guy who started speaking in Mandarin for a good minute before I got to cut in and say, "Sorry, I don't speak Mandarin".

Then he converts to English, I mean, broken English. (Yes, he's what's known to be a "Fob", you jerk.)

So I take his message down to forward to Attorney so-and-so, and after the whole deal, we were about to hang up. But before we do, he asks... "Wush yer nem?"

I said, "Sandy."

He replies, "Hah?! Sabell it"

So I spelled it, "S-A-N-D-Y."

Then he's got the nerve to say, "Noooo. Das not yer nem!"

I was thinking... what the fuck. Is this guy seriously telling me what's not my name? So I said "Yes, that IS my name."

His reply was, "... Ar yu a gentamen, or a laaady?"

All I said was, "Wow. Are you serious?"

Then he says, "Det nem only wumen haf. No reely men wif det nem. Haa haa..."

This guy's got insults without knowing he's insulting! I'm like getting punked at work by a broken-English speaking Taiwanese man. Sonofabitch.

But yeah...






















...FUCK THAT GUY.

Oh and, I didn't forward his message he left for the attorney.

Randumbshits.

DMV threatened to suspend me from my Chevy HHR starting in July for not paying the registration fees. Haha. I would if I STILL have it. Stupid Chevy dealer didn't take care of the DMV stuff.

I need a new phone. That's about it.

I listen to Katy Perry and Lady Gaga a lot. Bring the hate.

I got a surprise birthday party yesterday at work. I sure got a surprise cause it wasn't even my birthday! But it was cool, because I think I really fell for the "surprise". The "surprise" was... "Go pledge (clean the table with wood wax) the conference room because there's a meeting at 4." And I was like "Aww fuck."

Apparently my wrist is still pretty fucked. From that, I found out I haven't drank milk in months, so I think that's the problem. I'm starting my cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner diet again. That'll save me lots of money and I'll be drinking milk. Win/win situation.

I'm listening to Katy Perry right this second.

My phone sucks. It works perfectly fine; I just don't like it.

I want to thank Memorial for having a birthday this Monday so we can have a three-day weekend. And I'd hope Friday is a short day of work. That'd be awesome for my lazy-still-wishing-I-was-on-vacation self.

June 19 is the return of Legion Of Doom. Be stoked.

I cut my hair on Monday and I think it looks like shit. No one's said anything, so they're either being nice or they normally think my hair looks like shit to even care. Oh well.

I am pre-approved to get a credit card to venue.com. I don't know why, but I am. I've never even heard of venue.com till the catalog came.

The reason why I suck at going to bed early is because I type stupid shit like this when I could already be sleeping and waking up tomorrow morning without wanting to snooze for another half an hour like every morning.

Back to my surprise birthday party at work... I got a birthday card signed by everyone in the office. One said "Get on ABDC!" Is there a hidden meaning to it that's telling me "Hey, quit your job and go tryout for something you'll never win in a million years during this bad economy!"?

I saw a picture of a place I'd like to go to one day, but I don't remember what the picture looks like.

I caught a flying beetle with my water bottle yesterday. Well, I didn't know it could fly and I was pretty much taking my time messing with it before I used the bottle. If I knew it can fly, I'd probably jump and it'd be embarassing... and that fucker would've gotten away.

Many people once said to never give money to bums because all they're going to use the money on is for cigarettes and booze. Today, I saw a bum with a soda and two 7-11 hotdogs. Who's the asshole now?

The ad on myspace for the movie "Dance Flick" looks like it says "DANCE FUCK". And it looks lame, but I'd probably watch it... the pirated version.

People with facebook thinks they're so 3008, and I'm so two thousand and late because I don't have one. That was a lame one, I know.

So apparently there was an earthquake yesterday while I was at work. To me, it just felt like a water bed. That was the smoothest moving earthquake ever. I was more relaxed than panicky.

I started typing this since Wednesday, and now it's Thursday.

Katy Perry is still on.

And my Razor phone should become emo and cut itself with itself.

Coming to an end...

Surprisingly, my vacation felt like it lasted pretty long, but it still seems very short. I don't know if that made any sense, but that's how I feel. I wish it was longer, but next weekend is a 3-day weekend so no complaints to that. I seriously used so much money this past week, it's not even funny. In the past 7 days, I drank (alcohol) for 6 days. Could be 7 if I do tonight, but I have work tomorrow (wow, that's the shittiest thing I've said all week). Basically, I'm an alcoholic now. Haha.

Next vacation... end of November to beginning of December.

Possibly another Vegas trip in June?

Twenty four.

I'm so old.