LoL I forgot to mention how much of a geek I am. All throughout the movie this morning I tried to compare the two, Everquest and ”Lord of the Rings”. I’m not betting that’s where they got a lot of the ideas for Everquest though. Funny how that little guy, Gollum I think they called him, looks alot like Abe from ”Abe’s Oddesey”. I never did beat that game. Really fun game too. Was ”Lord of the Rings” taped at the same time, or was it ”Harry Potter”?

$#^@#$%@#$% Why didn’t anyone tell me ”Lord of the Rings” was a $#^@#$% 2.75 hour movie?! I put the movie in at about 2:30 am, I look up at the clock at about 4 and ask myself, ”When the @#% is this movie going to end?!” It wasn’t bad or anything, I just didn’t expect it to be THAT long. I suppose I should have read the books first, huh. Now, it was just a cool movie, instead of a good comparison. In high school I only read The Hobbit and even that wasn’t even a memory in my mind. Of course, if you know me you’ll know that my favorite part of the movie was near the beginning when the two old wizards fought, who was it… Gandalf and Saruman I believe. I could have used a little more hand to hand than magic, but then again if you were a wizard wouldn’t you fight with magic too?

In response to Pam’s request, here is a new post. Recent license plate I just saw like 2 minutes ago: ICHAOSI What are the odds?!!?

Ok, so I’m out to get a bite to eat at Rojo’s, this ”wrap” place and Mr. Wong, the owner of Rojo’s says to me, ”Nice to see you again, Adam.” I’m thinking, how nice. And I reply with the usual banality. Then he adds, ”Adam, looks like you gained weight.” WTF?!@$!#%$@! I reply with a polite, ”Heh, yeah, cya.” $%^!@#$%@!#$% does everyone think I’m fat?! I’m gonna go and scarf myself with a Rojo’s wrap then kill myself.

I really have to give mad props to the guys who work the graveyard shift at 7-11, or rather any place open late or 24hrs. I kinda feel sorry for them too. I’d be too afraid to work graveyard. They’re always REALLY extra edgy at night. Many times they keep a close eye on anyone who comes in. I’d be too freaked out to work late, always thinking, ”Is this the day I get robbed and shot?” Well, more props to them.

I’m sorry I just had to share this one: FlubTitles.com! This is for anyone who’s ever watched a subtitled movie and the caption on the bottom just didn’t quite make sense, or changed the tone of the movie completely (in some cases).

I couldn’t help but fall out of my chair when I read from ”CONMAN IN TOKYO”:
”I’m the King Of The World International! ”
     As opposed to the U.S. ONLY ”King of the World.”
”Still peeping? Go into and molest her now!”
      Interesting
”And you, you’re a real stink! ”
     hrmm… and you’re a big grass!

I always feel like somebody’s watching me.
And I have no privacy.

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I really like Summer, only because I don’t have to go to school. Then again, I should have remembered to sign up for classes. The more I take, the quicker I get out. The thing I really hate about Summer is when I forget what day it is. I never seem to remember what day of the week it is during Summer. I guess you can add the heat to my list too. The bad thing about Summer is, I tend to run out of things to do. I guess it’s hard to break away from all of the sleeping.

I gotta get into hockey again. I can’t wait until hockey season again. I guess golfing is the closest thing I can get until the next season. One reason to learn to play golf REALLY good. Damn, I have a blister on my left palm. Maybe I’m holding too tight on the golf clubs damnit. A sign I suck? Maybe. But it’s too hot to golf/drive in the sun. I’m so sick of this damn heat. I don’t care what you think of the weather so son’t bother. Anything higher than room temperature is too hot for me.

I’m so bored with my life. At least school starts in a couple more months. I’m somewhat looking forward to it. No, Adam is NOT crazy. I just need to get out and do something. I’m sick of being tied to a chair in m room. What sucks is everything requires money. Don’t bother writing me (in any way) what I could be doing that doesn’t require money. If it doesn’t require money, it really isn’t for me then. Odd how that works. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go work on my car some more. Only this time maybe I’ll clean the engine bay or something.

I was working on a new layout for GotAdam.com. I ditched it ’cause its hard to do anything without alot of pictures and, well, the whole ”Got…” is limited to black and white (greyscale). So it’s hard to add color. I suppose I could just add color, but then I just think it looks wrong. If you’ve ever seen a ”got milk?” commercial you’d notice at the end when it says ”got milk?” it’s black and white. Oh well, maybe I’ll have something soon. A while ago I put up a newish layout for iCHAOSi.com. I think it’s kewt. You don’t? Who asked you? Damn, I used to like doing layouts. Now it seems like more of a chore. I had some ideas for AzNR.com, but I’m not alowed to search through images on the web. Odd, I’ve been seeing alot of girls on the web with girl models on their blogs. What does that tell me? Definetly a girl who’s comfortable with herself and her sexuality. More power to you.

Maybe I should change ”got adam?” to an anime format. It seems more fun to have anime. Silly cartoons with big heads, big eyes, bit mouths, big… n/m. I wish I could draw. I used to be able to, but it was only from an existing picture. I could never make my own object up.

Ok, so is that Rockwell song, ”Somebody’s Watching Me,” also with Michael Jackson? I realize it’s Rockwell, but it just sounds like Michael too. I looked at CDnow.com and no where did it give him a ”feat.” so I dunno.

I hate cereal. Well, I don’t, but I hate how you have to eat cereal really fast or it gets soggy. I DO, however, hate soggy cereal.

Last night I had a really long dream about high school. I recall being late for Mr. Davis’ class, but I don’t recall him teaching French in my dream. I only had him one year for French, so I don’t know why it was so significant that he’d stand out and be in a dream of mine.

So, anyway, I was late for his class, and I kept leaving his class to go meet a girl. Now, this girl, for some reason, didn’t go to school and was our age (at the time). So, I dunno why she wasn’t in class. Oh, she worked at this coffee shop cafe type thing, and the funny thing is, it was on campus. The scary thing was, we never had a ”cafe” on campus, and the ”cafe” was in place of the office.

I kept leaving Davis’ class, and he sat me down for a talk in the middle of class with two other guys and told us how much of a screw up we each were. And for some reason I saw behind him that the class was square dancing. Even after the talk I had with him, I still had to leave the class. I told him I needed to go to the ”restroom”. I just ran to the ”cafe” to meet my mystery girl.

She’s still a mystery ’cause I don’t recall what she looks like. Many times, in dream, females are ”blanks,” I dunno why I can’t ream real people, or why my mind can’t develop a generic face. I guess a blank is all I’m able to do. I recall while being there she read my fortune from tea leaves. (remember, she works in a coffee shop on campus) But, I don’t recall what the fortune was, or I think maybe in the middle of her reading the bell rang for brunch or the next class, so, I must have stayed with her for a long time.

I ran to Davis’ class to apologize for being out so long. I needed a GOOD excuse. The first thing was, Urinary Track Infection. I don’t know why that was the first thing to pop up in my head. So when I reached his class room, he was gone. The next class has started. Which also was weird, because in high school, the teachers didn’t move classrooms like college. In our high school all the teachers had their own room.

So, I was walking on the North hall of the library toward our ”Cove” to get a Coke, then Darren Lepke f’n pops up and goes, ”Dude, I haven’t seen you in a long time!” I’m thinking to myself now, if it was high school, I would have seen him just about every day. But it was more like if I saw him now. No, I’m not longing to see him again. I don’t know why that was even a part of the dream. Maybe I’m longing to see someone again, but by no means can I think of a reason that it’d be Darren Lepke. Sorry, Darren.

Funny how the mind just f’cks with you.