Mood: Debatablefficeffice" />

So...where to start on this one...I stayed up latish last night to help Saint write a resignation letter for her job and we were going to go downtown in the morning to turn it over. Ha, Saint was quitting her job and I was looking for work...anyway, I got up today around 8 and got ready to go by 10. I get a text message saying don't bother getting up...Saint wasn't up to it due to a family spat( I phoned her later in the day...I still woke her up) I was fine with that...I did the most rational thing and went back to bed.

I got up a couple of hours later and went out to pound the pavement...again...you know in psychological stress tests, looking for a job rates as high as death of spouse. It rained for most of the day...for the first time the rain actually depressed me. I guess I'm getting more normal by the days...too bad. I spent the afternoon getting application forms, dealing with people who had no idea what I really wanted...one of the people at the customer service desk at some large chain store, who could have passed as Harry Morgan's corpse (he's not dead though...), told me they weren't hiring...though I saw two signs saying they were when I came in...I did want to get in her face or tell her she was wrong because I had no idea how high on the "food chain" she may or may not be.

After all that, I spent a couple hours in a coffee house that doesn't hire men...it's the rival chain to Starbucks up here and I heard through the grapevine they only hire women...I mean, I could apply...they just wouldn't hire me...I told my mom this and she paused for a moment and commented that she had never, ever seen a guy working at one of these coffee houses scattered across the province...maybe except the owner. I didn't really care, a coffee was a coffee...I spent time mulling over the forms which I didn't fill out and started my screenplay for Lullaby...On the Chuck Palahniuk message board, people voice their opinion on the cast for a Lullaby movie...most are the same ones I would have picked...I think it's good practice to write a first screenplay on other material as I haven't become good enough to write a full screenplay of my own so-called ideas.

My dreams have been a little weird lately...are they anything but weird? These ones are different...my other ones have dealt with loss, longing (emotional) and just my worst fears...the recent ones? Sexual in nature...I guess I'm not getting enough...thanks for telling me ID...oh, if I use the phrase "Old Adage" one more time, shoot me!

Speaking of shooting(and guns) I verified my theory that Nick's gun in the CSI Season Finale (Grave Danger) is a two tone SW99. Though I haven't seen any other information about a SW99 with a chromed slide...the Walther P99 has a chromed option...but  Nick's gun obviously had the Smith and Wesson markings. I was typing all these terms into Google and I was shocked to come across a blog talking about it...I wasn't really paying attention...it was my blog...(sigh)

Despite having a shitty night, Saint is still up for a run at 8...at least that's good...though I have a feeling I ran her a little too hard last time...

Miss Universe 2005 is a Canadian...yay...and a brunette...yay!...I read somewhere the average woman is 5'4, 140lbs...the average female model is 5'7 117lbs...(Sigh)...I don't even want to get started on that one...I'd go on and on and on...I think women should wear less make up...but that's just me...I have no real say in these things.

On the way home today, I ran into Andrea...for some reason, I did the best I could to avoid her, though she's a decent person. It worked...I have an uncanny ability to blend into my surroundings so even people who know me and are looking for me, can't find me...it sucks at the movies though...I just don't know why I didn't stop and catch up with her...for godsakes, she lives 2 blocks over from me!
Wait...stop and catch up? Does that make sense?

Tomorrow is the first Comp Sci quiz...I'm not really worried...I got 26/27 on the first one in the fall...and I hated that course! If I had kept "Supercomputer" as an answer, I would have gotten perfect...meh...didn't do me good in the long run....

More at 12:52

The run was good. At first we did have to compete with a futbol game wrapping up...after,  I tagged along with Saint grocery shopping...7 items took an hour...(sigh)...We were getting annoyed at this couple walking a couple meters ahead as they were making out like no ones business earlier. The couple split up and one came walking towards us...Saint and I realized that they were both girls(it was hard to tell what the other one was at a distance...short punk hair...)...they couldn't have been more than 16...I thought it was interesting to see that...accepting it that early, it was nice......welcome to the 21st...The Religious Right and Bigots need not apply.

Jenny and I talked tonight...first one in a while she started...I think we're back to status quo...though I have a feeling she's not playing all her cards...

ok, I'm done...

-Cleric

Mood: ugh...

Well...Saint and I went into the city yesterday...she's more used to it than I am, but still...The thing with Saint you have to realize is that she can get sidetracked very easily...if she's looking for shoes and a dress for Harvey's grad...then those are the last items we actually look for. I don't care, I have endless patience for her. Though she asks my opinions on things I'm not that qualified to weigh in on. On the way down there on the Skytrain, it turned into a weird little multi person conversation. After getting a kick by freaking out the person sitting beside us, we turned to normal conversation and talked about Tom Cruise and Sciencetology...well...that was really smart...in an instant, we have two people adding their two cents. One being the woman we had freaked out...one being a guy who was a World Vision Canvuser...who also practiced various faiths...luckily for us, no one was for scienctology...but after Saint mentioned Kabahla as a Fad Relgion for celebrities, this guy said he was on his way to a Kalba meeting...still, I think we learned alot from that guy...weird as it may have been. Saint called it a "Train 48" moment...

Saint turned in the letter of resignation...and all her co-workers were being assholes about it. I can't understand why, it's just a job...not like the safety of the free world depends on her selling shoes. I guess those are the kinds of people she works with and was the primary reason she left. Though now she has very little money to get said Grad dress and shoes...did I mention Saint has been to two grads and neither of them was her own? I find it a little ironic....though, I was hoping to go to one little brunette's grad after she dropped some obvious signals a while back...not so obvious signals if you ask me...

After we tooled around the mall looking at everything but dresses and shoes...we hit the Strip and went to the various shops...The only thing she actually bought was a belly ring she didn't really want...which then proceeded to break as we had dinner....

I don't feel out of place in a lot of places...I spent most of the day in places that don't even cater to the male market...which is ok...I can deal...I also realized how much of a "hick" I am...I was talking with one of the saleswomen helping Saint...I told her I had no idea where I was going down here...she asked me where I was from...her response was..."ok, I can forgive you..." meh...

Saint had to run to one last store before it closed, and she bolted across the street, I was cut off by a taxi cab and had to make it to the crosswalk...as I went to the store, I saw a sign saying they had formal wear up stairs...as I kicked up the stairs, the sales woman looks at me and says "Girl, short, pink hair?"...I  say "Yes"...she showed to me to where Saint was...Saint didn't tell her a thing...weird...Saint had to put the dress she wanted on hold as she needs to get the money for it first...she'll find a way, she always does...

I begun to feel out of place around dinner...We tried this high ball sushi place (a jazz and sake bar)...the first 5 minutes and I felt out of place(and it was 3.50 for a pair of California Roll!) and had to go...we ended up getting 93 cent pizza and slurpees down the block...meh...we ate a lot of pizza by the way....

Most points of conversation were pointless...but for some odd reason I began to recount the "Amy" story again...and for the first time I felt bad about not doing anything...though, later on I realized that if I had...Amy would have chewed me up and spit me out...in the good way...also, girls like her can't not have boyfriends...then we talked about Jenny...which was weird...Saint doesn't actually like Wally and claims that I force myself to like the little dog for the sake of Jenny...which I don't....not really...I like all animals...I'll just bring him up sometimes as that's one of the things that gets Jenny talking....We both think she's not telling us the straight goods...Saint's theory is she's too afraid...um...ok

I found it odd yesterday that I passed at least 8 Starbucks' and never got a coffee...I should go get one today...how about now? I'll be right back...

Back at 12:02...
I guess I'm a slave to certain instincts...and not others...

I don't feel like weight training today(weird)...Saint and I didn't go running last night, but we more than made up for it by walking around the city all day...yeah, I'm done...Pyro has a football game in the Interior day and we're going to make a day of it...

-Cleric

Mood: ---fficeffice" />

"Somethin' "...ok done

Like I'd actually do that...I had an average no nonsense day at home....mom's a wee bit ill...Pyro and I watched Electronic Playground's E3 2005 review and saw "The Longest Yard"...ran into Mike and the Sohota Clone...

I told you it was nonsense...

But that's not the point...what is? Well, I heard through some people and a late night news story that a fight broke out between two groups of teenagers...the news says it was racial related...now the whole community is on guard...and no one thinks it's safe...the Media...bah...What actually happened?

Thanks to Jenny...who knew most involved(even I know of a couple)...said it was just a fight between two groups of people, who happened to be of different backgrounds...it's more serious than it sounds though...some were run over with a car...The sad thing is(sadder I guess) is Jenny could have been caught in it as she passes that strip of road whenever she goes home...and Jenny was talking with her the friends involved both way...she joked that if she didn't really want to see the movie she had just rented, she could have needed stitches...or worse...

So a "Gang War" isn't about to break out in the quiet Canada Suburb...I'm waiting to laugh at how many papers use the words gang, war or epidemic tomorrow morning...College makes one media weary...especially Crim Majors...epidemic seems to be a popular term...even if only 2 things have occurred...Street racing epidemic...Meth Epidemic...(sigh)

No update on Saint and her dress misadventures...though I think I'm Sainted Out...happens from time to time...glad to have Saturday to myself...I don't spend much time with my hermano...hermanito...though he's really hermanido....just a wee bit of spanish...

I'm a little stressed(this isn't stress)...just the fact that:
1) No one is hiring
2) I'm getting tips on getting a job from a bunch of people and it all conflicts

Actually that's it...so I really shouldn't be that stressed out(this isn't stress)...I have 4 months "off" and I should enjoy them...but I'm not going to have fun competing in the job market with a bunch of high school punks off for the summer...that happens in about 10 days?

May felt like a dead crawl week to week...and now the first "week" in June is over suddenly...Not like I'm wasting my time (my mom would have to disagree)...I've been writing, thinking(I don't do enough) and working out...that's all I need to do in a summer...but a little extra capital wouldn't be a bad idea...I was told to go down and pester managers...yes, actually pester managers to get a job...I was always under the impression, if they want to hire you, they will...Saint agrees with that...but...she's never actually turned in a resume(or cover letter) and has almost always been hired on the spot...I gave up on cover letters as I can never make them sound sincere...it would just come out like:

Dear Mr Manager guy, this is the part where I suck up and talk about how much I like your company and I begin to talk all about me and how I'd be just such a gosh darn good worker guy at your place...I want you to hire me because I'm so darn desperate for a job so everyone doesn't call me an academic bum...thank you

Ok, maybe not exactly like that, but close...hence why I gave up...when I can sound sincere, mature and professional, I'll try again...whenever that'll be...

Any Tips on Job hunting? I always thought being a college student would be better than a high school student...and I can actually say that I graduated high school with honours; I have the paper work to prove it. I just have little experience say the one paid job I had for a week(family thing) and all my volunteer work in high school(over 100 hours)...I have paper work for that too...big ol' certificate thingy...

I think I'm done...I’ve been listing to a lot of Punk Emo lately…

One more thing...in the long series of pointless internet things...
Star Wars Episode III-A Lost Hope 
Funny as Hell...ASS!

-Cleric

Mood: ---fficeffice" />

The title refers to a couple things...Number one...Robert Rodriquez...just because you can make a 3D kids movie based on your own child's stories...don't...I like his work...but, I think this goes a wee bit far. It also refers to me...I shouldn't blog to waste time...my own and other people's who probably read this.

I think this is the first time a while I've been home with no one else in the house. Though, I think mom should have stayed home as she's pretty sickly...She just hates the hassle of getting a sub to replace her for a day...

Saint and I went running on Sunday like we usually do and we came up with an interesting theory...though this pretty much only covers us, we think other people might be the same way...According to Saint, a girl's "Ultimate Fantasy" is finding the so called "Bad Boy" and taming him. So I thought for a second and tried to come up with the male alternative...the guy's "ultimate fantasy" is finding the so called "Geek Girl" and showing her she's beautiful...now, yes, this might sound a wee bit stupid...and just wrong coming from me...if I have no confidence, how can I improve confidence of another? No, this isn't related just to Jenny, though she does fit that mold...it's something I've had for a while and No...I haven't seen "She's All That"...though, I think I should...I do like that Rachel Leigh Cook...

I worked out for a while yesterday, the guy who...supervises? the Talon Room(the gym, not a pub as my dad once thought) had a book showing a bunch of core exercises and stretches. I gave a couple a try...and my back is tweaked out...but it'll be fine by tomorrow...One thing about the guy that supervises...he talks a lot...like to the people in the gym...that's all fine and well, but when you're in the middle of a 40lbs preacher curl set, the last thing you want is someone chatting to you...I was taught the gym isn't a social club...but I did learn some cool ab stuff...I guess that's a bonus...

I don't know if anyone knows about this, but a blog hosted on 20six is a blog reviewer appropriately called, ihateblogs. I came across him/her/it a while back and was intrigued...it gives an email to send in blogs for review. I highly doubt you can send in your own(and not get made fun of even more). I feel like it though...see what he would say. I fall into the first category of bad blogging...Teen Angst bitching...though I think I'm pretty stable compared to others...ie Sylvia and her ever changing Lifejournal account as people(her so called friends) berate her...you should see her profile...it's written in verse...The worst type of poetry is internet poetry...someone better called up Douglas Adams(God rest his soul) and get him to change that part of the Hitchhikers guide...Paul Neil Milne Johnstone just isn't that bad anymore...Yeah, that's hypocritical, just remember that I write my poetry for CRWR  courses and it doesn't all begin as internet poetry...most of it does though..(sigh)

.and just a hint to Sylvia: never have a blog and/or lifejournal tied to the profile page of your hotmail account...even if you keep changing that, people who don't like you will still find it...(coughSaintcough)....oh, stop end rhyming, that ended in grade 3....Too bad ihateblogs hasn't done an entry since December...but can someone out there send me in for a review? I think it would be good for me...

I think my blog is the simple teen angst with a twist...the twist being I'm boring as hell...teen angst is usually more interesting than this...and I'm peaking 19 soon and still having teen angst...worked for Blink 182, I think they're all in their mid 20's now....I have a rotating cast of characters with stupid codenames and the people without codenames probably don't exist...like I'd know someone with the name Omar...( kidding, Omar is real)....All the characters are boring and one dimensional and even if I was making it up, the character construction is lousy. I'm a whining coward bitch that complains about the great life around me. I punctuate every few entries with a pointless Playlist, a shitty poem or an even shittier short story scene… My best anecdote has to do with a bear suit...and it's not a very good one at that...Everything else is about the endless stream of women I "obsess" over and my constant inaction when dealing with them. For Godsakes, go ask some random college chick out,Get laid... It would do me some good...

At least I don't take myself too seriously...and my grammar and spelling is alright...thanks to MS Word…

Yeah, I’m done making fun of myself…and others…though I should do an entry that breaks down most of the people in my life that I have mentioned…some of the girls…shaky psyches…hmmm…I’ll work on that…

I think I’m done in general…

-Cleric

HEY CLERIC!!!
REMEMBER TO WATCH "THE INSIDE" TODAY AT 9:00 ON FOX!!!
YOU HAVE A HABIT OF FORGETTING TV THINGS...IF YOU DON'T WATCH IT, JENNY WILL BE CROSS WITH YOU....AND WE CAN'T HAVE THAT...

I don't think writing it on the monitor casing will help this time...

Mood: ---fficeffice" />

Alright, "The Inside" was ok...nothing spectacular, but it is nice to see Rachel Nichols in something and Adam Baldwin is good in anything he does...even if it's always the Military Grunt or a bad guy (the first one in this case)...I'm going to say this once, then never say it again...You know a show about the FBI takes great care when their tactical teams use Mp5/40s and not the normal Mp5s..."The Inside" didn't...oh well...

I got up a little later than I wanted to...I stayed up too late doing spreadsheets and compiling my CD List again...I still made it out for a good workout though...my back is still a little iffy, but I worked through it...Since Saint called off the run on tuesday, I've decided to go Thursday with or without. She's busy with all the grad garbage and is stressed out of her mind. It took her 18 hours to get her hair done today...which is just nuts. All of her dress problems are finally figured out....like I told her they would...Now only if I could get my own life in order...Tomorrow I'm turning in all the app forms I collected last week...whoopie...The new resume looks stupid and I might have to retool it again...A poster in G building advertised an assistant position within the Counseling Department and I might throw my hat in there...why the hell not?

In an extreme bout of boredom, I begun to answer the question that's been plaguing me for a while...
Who would win, Mal Reynolds or Han Solo? I came up with several clever lines...like for their "first mates"...it's a 6'2 "Man Ape Gone Wrong" vs. a 7'2 "Walking Carpet"...and for clothing choices...Striped Pants and a Black vest can't beat "Tight Pants" and a Browncoat...nothing can beat a Browncoat...Eventually I'll make a crude wallpaper on MS Paint...Jenny did that with some Serenity screencaps and that now graces my desktop...whoopie? She's all excited about the last week of High school for her...who wouldn't be? I know I was...(sigh) That's all I'm going to say about it...

I think that’s all I’m going to say period…except that I didn’t really mean to waste an entry yesterday with that reminder…meh

-Cleric

Mood: ---

Nothing like a John Cussak movie to reset the system, "Pushing Tin" was the late night movie on CTV and it pretty good. Early Angelina Jolie...oooer...I always liked her whole blood and knives angle…fficeffice" />

I got up late today...palled about the house and then went to the gym...Despite it being almost 11:30 when I arrived, I still was the only one there for most of it...I caught a late bus and handed in resumes and applications...(Sigh)...Ran into Emily at Sportsmart and had a superficial conversation...she's a good person...I wanted to say more, but I was busy and she seemed busy(ish)...I don't know if that helped or hindered my chances at getting a job there...Sportcheck/Sportsmart are part of the same family...let's hope they don't keep reports on people that flub interviews...For the next set of interviews(if there is a...nevermind) I'm going to find my acting zone and use it...I can't be myself for these things...Myself isn't going to get hired...I still disagree with the policy of pestering hiring personnel to get a job. I highly doubt phoning someone up and wasting their precious time with my trivial request for an interview will get me said interview. I mean if the conversation consists of "Hey, are you hiring?" "no" "ok" (Next day) "Hey, are you hiring?" "no" "ok"...etc...though I hope I can land the position at Kwantlen...simple...I think I need a good dose of office work...

The world was too loud today...bunch of noise-a-holics...what ever happened to silence? Everyone has to be bombarded with sound and images... (sigh)...Sorry, I was aiming for a Palanuick-esq line...meh...

Pyro bought home his spiffy 2005 yearbook...it has Che on the cover, which is pretty sweet considering the last two years were the generic blue. Of course, I flipped right back to the grad pages and read the write up of the people I know...Mog and Jenny both used Whedon quotes in theirs...Pyro's freaking out because a grade 12 I know mentioned a name that could be me...I don't know why he's all up in arms about it...that's him I guess...Jenny was left out of the grad spotlight for some reason(she said later a lot of people were as there were over 300 grads this year)...Mog's was "most likely to wear a cowboy hat"...now...that made me think and shudder...take a guess which monster from the depth of hell voted him for that one...Jenny has the same theory...The Beast also wrote something like "I'm sorry about the past" in Jenny's yearbook and that one has us both stumped...Jenny forgives her, but won't forget...that's healthy...I tend to keep absolutely epic grudges...I feel a little bad because I'm not exactly sure what the Beast is apologizing to Jenny about...can't be the Mog thing because she use the word "sexy" in signing his yearbook...I wasn't going to ask because it would have probably made me very angry...I would have had to break out "The Bag" and go to work...never underestimate the effectiveness of an Impact gun...whoaoh, off-track...I guess you can tell I had a wee talk with Jenny tonight...Han Solo/Mal references were about...Star Wars kind of creeps her out(more like Empire Strikes Backs does)...kissing fraternal twins hits way too close....yeah, I get that one....(sigh)...Leia does haven't an "H" in it...she's still cute...Jenny...not...Leia....yeah....

Did I say I hated people this week? Ok, I don't hate ALL people...I just hate people I know...did I use that line already? High School made me really misanthropic...like to the Nth degree...and it should have worn out now, being a year out...I was telling a friend of mine this on the bus today(he had a interview at a local fruit place that I know for a fact has a high turn over rate)...anyway, he said a Misanthropic cop isn't a good thing...no...I like people....people are good and kind and try their best to live their lives...high school students aren't people...and being pushed into a pseudo caste system in high school didn't really make me feel all that grand...I guess it was the...what to call them if they're not people? I'll work on that...

(one more Jenny paragraph then I'm off to bed)...
I was playing with lines today while talking to Jenny...I managed to get in "But God only know when we'll make enough mistakes to get everything right"...then I made a joke about how that line usually comes out way cooler...then I used the "killing time" and "hopeless romantic" bits...which I have looked up and no one else has used them before me, so I can actually safely say that I "came up" with them....no source amnesia for me...One of the many things I like about Jenny, she has a much more pleasant disposition towards high school than I did...she knows a good group of people...Jenny also has her good lines too...something about knowing people's open arms too well...I like that one...might even use it for an upcoming project...something about cheating...meh, why the hell not?

Alright, I guess I'm off to bed...night

-Cleric

Mood: Standoffishfficeffice" />

I think I may have said it before, but Monday the 13th should have the same stigma...though, for today, I'm not that affected...one class...an hour and 50 minutes...yet I spend most of the day there...working out...assignments, the basic...I think I'm going to be spending even more time there because Pyro officially got out of school last week and he's only going every now and then for an exam or a mom forced tutorial...I must make myself scarse to keep whatever sanity I have left inside my head...God knows, that kid knows exactly what bugs me and excels and doing it...the nice thing about that is, we're joking with each other an hour after we're almost caved each other's skull in with our fists...That's what Brothers do...

Like 99.9 % of my weekends, it was a bore...I helped Saint get ready for her BF's Grad...she had to dress at my place because her parents have no idea she has a boyfriend...I've only met her parents once...for like 5 minutes...though once,  I did have a long conversation with her grandma...very nice woman...I found out later that she spoke no English and had no idea what I was saying...Did I mention Saint runs on a different clock than you or me? She'll say "I'll be there at 1:30...and not come until 4..."...I'll be over in 10 minutes usually rounds up to an hour...I'm used it...Now, I've never understood women's fashion, and I hope that I never do...but Saint ask me if I had any double sided tape...her dress was cut "J-Low" and she didn't exactly have the body to work it properly...so a bit of duct tape and bandages later, she had it working...Saint then waited at my house for 2 hours until her BF arrived...she of course, sat on the only couch without cat hair...we spray it with something...but it's not odd to find griswald curled up on it....gosh that cat is evil...so just before her BF arrive, it begins to pour rain(same thing that happened when I went to mine)...so I'm out there with a golf umbrella, two of her bags, trying to figure out the rear seat controls of a Lincoln Navigator...I eventually figured everything out and got her into the car, dry...and I haven't seen or heard from her since...

I was invited to an unsanctioned party at the Metro Hilton after the grad shindig, I said I'd might come, but I was having transportation issues....that, and I hate being the only sober person at parties...I don't drink...I can't...so I end up feeling responsible for a room full of people who are trying to call their boyfriends on cans of coke...(true story)...Saint said a couple other people I knew might be coming and it would be nice for them if I came because most of the people in attendance were friends of her BF....Saint even told me to invite Jenny...Like she'd come...(read, "like she'd come if I invited her")...I got up this morning(ha, I got up at 3PM) and asked the parentals if there were any riots at the Metro Hilton or any Lincoln Navigators crashed....nope...so Saint is effectively MIA...I phoned at 7(to make sure she would be up) and I got her voice mail...I was going to ask her if she was up for run...but I didn't go...I had consumed a coffee only half an hour before...If I go running after consuming caffeine, my heart rate gets so high I'd die...happened one...had two sips of a Tim Hortons Ice Cap and went for a wee jog...when I really began to sprint...I almost collapsed...fun, fun fun...Now I'm kinda worried...she's a big girl(metaphorically speaking-Build of a 12 year old) and she can take care of herself...that and her BF is 6'5...which may or may not work for her...

In a random moment, my dad told me the new neighbor's 20 year old daughter was washing her car down the street...he said it would be a very good time to "get a coffee.."....so I decided to check it out, I'm still a guy after all...Pyro tagged along from some reason, he wanted a hot chocolate, but he was oblivious about why I was going out....well, sad to say...now I know of  two 20 year olds with the bodies of 12 year olds...jeeze, she was 5'2...I didn't actually get to talk to her as she conveniently went to the backyard as Pyro and I got into earshot...meh...I'm a wee bit disappointed...when you hear through the Grapevine a new neighbor has a 20 year old daughter, you get excited...meh, at least I got a coffee...I do like "older" women...

I'm continuing my three story project...each little chapter is written in a 10 minute time limits and is about 200 words...all the characters are required to meet each other at sometime...it's pretty good...It's with a blown out paramedic in love for the first time again, the cynical/pessimistic and vaguely misogynistic Criminology major and the same cop character I used in my CRWR story...note, I'm not misogynistic...I just wanted a character that wouldn't fall head over...head for any girl that made a drunken move on him...one of the lines for that has a drunk woman at a party looked him over...then it goes:

"Will linked it to what girls thought were most important in a man: First his shoes, his package, his chest and his face in that order"

Why I deemed him misogynistic...I'm too spineless to hate women...I'm too spineless to hate anybody openly...

Other than all that, I learned all about Remington Shotguns today just because I could...and I was using it for a story...wee! I lead such an exciting life!

Anyway, that all for today...I'll see if I'm in the mood to write something during comp sci...

-Cleric