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"don't sell out. If you ain't in it to win it then get the hell out."

in order to increase my commenting capactiy, not that I needed to, I have created accounts at both livejournal and xanga...

of course, I will never update them...

ever.

but they are there...

and sometimes, I just have to leave a comment.

"I command you to dance..."

I really need to just pass out, because my ass I am very tired, thought it is all my fault anyways... but really, when is it not?

last night, we played soccer and we kicked ass played very well... I have now joined the offical people-getting-slammed-in-the-face-with-a-soccer-ball club...

I now have what looks like a case of bad acne where the ball impacted my forehead...

except, I am not totally sure that was there until this morning. because I did not notice it last night when I took a shower, but I noticed it this morning when I washed my face...

anyhow, it could possibly be from a number of other things, but whatever.

so I slept in my house last night.

I must share with you the importance of lights and television reception. I will be talking out of my own experience and observation, but I believe that many people, especially people who live alone, turn on the TV just so that there is a noise in the background, sort of like having company, except for, not really...

In any case, last night, after the soccer game, and before I feel asleep, I went to a co-workers birthday celebration on the westside. I stayed until about 1:00am I think, I do not know for sure, because I did not have a watch or a phone, but kris, hiro, and I chatted in the lower bar for a bit because the upstairs was way too hot, and the band was done playing. I had previously loaded my car with a trunk full of clothes and a futon mattress (because I still do not have a bed yet) so that I might be able to get to work early (ha!) today by sleeping at my house after the bar...

well, I get to my house at around 1:15am or so, and I still have the trunk and futon in my car. I left a light on inside the house, because I knew it would be late, and that I would be scared because 1. the house does not feel like home yet. 2. the house does not have lights to illuminate the back room, so it looks kind of creepy with the shadows 3. this is all exacerbated by the fact that it is totally quite in the house, save the vents are making squealing noises as the hot air is pushed through the semi-closed slots, and it is 1:15am.

so I turn on the TV, except that I forgot that I moved it away from the cable (which is not hooked up, and will not be for a good few months), so when I turned on the TV, I get loud fuzz and static.

yeah.

like that helps.

so I got Poltergeist going through my head, as I am fumbling for the volume button in the dark (the TV was in the room without a light)

so I drop the volume to nothing as I go back to my car to get the trunk and the mattress and put the futon mat in the room with the TV. I then hook the TV back up to the cable so that I could at least get the local channels and have something to watch other than some scary static.

As I was quite tired, I fell asleep almost immediately, but was conscious enough to remember The Rock and Wayne Brady singing "On the Road Again"...

hunh... funny.

but not so funny as the fact that I did not bring my toothbrush or toothpaste to the house (although I did have cool mint listerine and floss, so I have that going for me), nor did I remember to grab a towel with which to dry myself after taking a shower...

so here I am, this morning, with fuzzy teeth, bar smelling hair, and soccer-ball-induced acne, with no towel.

that, and I was late for work...

but it was not like there was anyone there to notice anyways...

yeah.

another 24 hours like this and my feelings could move from nominal to really

depressive.