a few things that need addressing

first, i was so freaking high last night. i started to write a bit, but for the life of me could not put together a coherent thought. luckily for you, i managed to save the ramblings as a draft and will now publish them for your viewing pleasure.

begin nonsense.

"'cause i'm gonna be hi-i-igh as a kite by then

i'm sitting in the living room drinking wine and watching The Blair Witch Project. i've also already consumed pot pasta (thanks Chad) and just cleared La Fonda (again) so motion sickness is beginning to set in. maybe blogging will settle the senses.

some pressing issues that have been on my mind lately:

- who are the people that join (insert useless object here) of the month clubs? why do they feel the need to have nonsense sent to them on a monthly basis? do they really eat the fruit from the fruit of the month club? do they really drink the random beer that no one has ever heard of that comes to their doorstep month after month? or does it all just sit in their garage/basement/attic/cupboard/trash can like i think that it does? just curious.
- why do people ever feel the need to fake cry? i hate people who fake cry. not in a joking way, because every one is occasionally guilty of a pouty crying protest when they don't get their way. i mean the people who just flat out fake cry for attention. did you really hurt yourself that bad when you drunkenly walked into the door at The Whaler? no. so don't fake cry.
- what is the real reason behind Donald Duck wearing a shirt but no pants, and then wearing a towel around his waist when he gets out of the shower? what is he covering up? he doesn't wear pants. why the fuck does he put the towel on?!! i fucking hate it."

end nonsense.

next, i am obsessed with Monkeywrencher Love Song by The Honey Brothers at the current moment. it has been on repeat for the past day.

i (and by i, i really mean me, my roommates, and even Greg across the street, and maybe even you) am also obsessed with Guitar Hero on PS2. Nikki and Danielle played it last night at Greg's and would not stop talking about it. i thought they were idiots. i had played very briefly once with Jake. neither one of us really loved it so we dismissed it without a second thought. but they would not stop ranting, so i figured i'd give it a second chance. one word: AMAZING. you're probably shaking your head and rolling your eyes but trust me, you don't even know the half of it. you think we're lame for even admitting that we play, let alone know what Guitar Hero is? oh, child. we're such losers that we actually found a used copy on Craigslist and proceeded to drive to Northridge to pick it up. never thought i'd go to the valley again ever in my life, but there are some things that you just have to do. going to the valley to purchase Guitar Hero from our new friend Jonathan was one of them. we've pretty much been playing non-stop. don't be jealous. you, too, can be a Guitar Hero. shit, you can be a Guitar Hero 2 on November 7th. that's right - Guitar Hero 2. write it on your calendars.

speaking of things that i love, i've rekindled my fondness for FreeCell. maybe because i'm a FreeCell champion. i'm just that good...

in fact, i would play a few rousing games right now but have just realized that i'm super sleepy. Seacrest, out.