The dorkness in us all

Sorry. Skyrim is more important than daily posts.

Been standing in line for an hour and a half. Fucking worth it. 600 seconds left. Woo!

Skyrim. I am so fucking excited for this game. From the time I post this, there are only 26 hours till I have the magical disk in my hands. I can’t wait to begin my adventure in the grand world of Skyrim. I can’t even think about what to write because I’m too distracted by the Skyrim subreddit.

One week into the manliest holiday ever conceived. I’m not too keen on my face fur as of yet. A handful of people have told me that it looks good, but I know they’re lying. It both looks and feels disgusting. The scary part is it can only get worse. This is the longest my facial hair has ever been, and this is only 1/4 the length its going to get. I can’t imagine… The 1st of December can’t get here fast enough. It’s the day I can liberate my face from this filth AND its opening night. How great of a day it shall be!

I didn’t make a post last night. I got thousands of emails from all my subscribers asking if I was dead. Rest assured, I’m breathing. I was just preoccupied. 

Yesterday was a good day. I woke up at 4:30 pm. Then I locked myself in the basement with two Little Cesars pizzas and a 12 pack of Mountain Dew and played video games from 12 hours straight. The only company was screaming insults about my mother in my left ear. Other nerds doing the same thing, in the solidarity of their own home, together via the internet. The pale male bonding of the 21st century.

You ever stop to wonder about how amazing the internet is? A series of tubes that can eliminate the need for face to face interactions, connects people down the street or across the world, allows a kid to spill his poorly written thoughts, and stores everything about everything. It’s a pretty odd concept if you think about it.

Anonymous is planning stuff to celebrate the festivities. Some are real, some are importers. Either way, I’m excited to see how this all plays out. I feel the need to listen to the Overture of 1812.

Great conversation I had about gaming today.

Me: Eh?

Alex: Neh.

Me: Meh…

When you know a kid for almost 75% of your life, you learn to understand.

No long rant post. I’m tired damn it..

After ranting here on tumblr 3 nights in a row, I feel that I must continue with daily posts. Why? I don’t really know. At least it gives me something to do before I go to sleep. The only problem is its’s 11:43 pm and I don’t feel like typing. So I’ll make this one quick.

No day can be horrible with an amazing delicious dinner. I, stupidly, forgot that my phone was on my lap when I parked and got out of my car. The screen now looks like a spiders web. However, this cellular tragedy occurred outside of The Star of India. That place is so delicious, I can’t help but say, “Om nom nom naan!”

Okay… that was lame. Doesn’t matter. I had Indian food tonight. I don’t give a shit what you think.

While chicken curry, crusty balls (you heard me), and mango custard may induce mouth-gasms and put everybody in a better mood, they doesn’t fix cell phones. And that makes me sad. But today still rocked.

Today was one of those boring, unexceptional, run of the mill days. One of the days that you can’t distinguish from the rest. A day that will join the blurry parts of my memory. Nothing of importance happened today. 30 years from now, I won’t remember anything from this day. Hell, 30 DAYS from now I wont remember jack shit about what I did, who I talked to, or what I had for breakfast. The only thing I will remember from 11/1/11 is that I wrote this. And the only reason I will, is because it’s archived here on tumblr.

I’d say that 95% of the days I live are this way.  That small portion that is left is full of memories of happiness, sorrow, rage, amazement, love, disgust, serenity, admiration, terror, awe, grief, pure joy, and many more emotions. Even though most of my life seems to run together into a grey super-blob, that 5% makes the rest of it worth living. I’m just toughing out the boring shit, so I can make some awesome and shitty memories. Then at the end of my life I’ll look back at all of them, and hopefully, the awesome ones will overpower the shitty ones.