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Saturday, April 05, 2003

listening to: jedi, in the background

*revels in geekiness*

another story to further exemplify my extreme coolness:

so last night, i had to work, right? so i'm walking jauntily into the building.. well, across the streer really. wearing my oh-so-stylish white shirt and khakis. when suddenly, gravity shifts and this mud puddle just throws itself at me. dude. so, somehow.. somehow my shirt managed to escape completely unscathed. amazing. my hands were a little scraped, but nothing too bad. ooh.. duel. *pauses blogger*

talking. boo. anyway. so my pants get terribly muddy, and i ended up with a hole (a small one) in my left knee, and it's all scraped and owieful. so i stalk into the house manager's office, clock in, and announce that i'm off to wash my pants. (in case any of you ever find yourself in similar situations, just fyi, the east lounge does not have a hand dryer, but the west lounge does.) so. i'm standing there with my foot up on the counter, dabbing at my pants with wet paper towels, and then awkwardly drying them off. sigh. but i managed to do an excellent job of it. go me!

i somehow got promoted to ticket taker for this show. which isn't really a promotion, because i didn't get paid anymore. and i don't really like taking tickets, because i'm bad at tearing them and i always feel really incompetent. but. it's considered a promotion of sorts. which is good. i suppose. anyway. all of the ushers on the west side (west side, yo) ended up spending the whole 1st show discussing what a jerk david copperfield is, and how his magic is powered by dead puppies. (we got to see a tiny bit of something! but i had to sign a confidentiality agreement, so i don't want to talk about it, in case david copperfield makes me disappear. *shifty eyes*) then i ended up getting to see the show. which was admittedly cool. even though david copperfield's a skanky jerk. and old. and all. but he made a car appear onstage. and a duck. woo, duck.

anyway. and then i saw trainspotting with kellie! yay! and dan! yay! and some other people! yay? yay. *nod* it was.. well, i thought it was a comedy. and the first.. half hour of it was. and after that you're just like... dude, i want to kill myself. (i'll post more about this in the lhcb) but i will say that it takes place in scotland! and they all have scottish accents! yay! including ewan mcgregor! yay!

and, i slept until noon today! yay! yay yay yay!

(this in response to reid telling me to stop saying yay. that'll learn him.)

we're watching torj. i mean rotj. because we're geeky. wheee. also, we decided that whenever people use numbers in stupid chatspeak, we should replace them with roman numerals. ie "gIIg" and "skVIIIer boi". baha.

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