First Entry
Today was like the usual, I woke up and did some awesome stuff: When I woke up, I felt like going to Subway, so I appeared there, because I forgot what form of transportation I used. Anyway, I ate lunch there, then I went to CompUSA, the second best kind of store ever, with Andrew and his friend. I played a really awesome computer game for like twenty minutes, then I just wandered around and got a new keyboard and a mouse. Then, I think I just looked at a few other things, then stayed there some more, then recorded a video on a camera that happened to be built in to an extremely small Sony VAIO laptop. I recorded some stuff and basically just left my mark, by saying that PS2 sucks and stuff like that. Then I stayed there some more because there's nowhere better to go within 30 miles. I got out and it was raining, so I put on my headphones and listened to Wonderboy in the car on the way home. After that, I was thinking about how much better I am than everyone else that likes stuff I don't like, and better than everyone in general. I went on AIM for like half an hour, then I went outside of the apartment and I was bored out of my mind, so I went somewhere that had an air hockey table. I started playing air hockey with Andrew and some little 7 year old comes up and says "Can I play?" Naturally, I said no. Then he keeps asking and asking, and I kept saying no. Then, he asked one more time, then I yelled at him, "Shut up!" It was funny, he started crying, then he ran away. Then his mom comes over to me and starts complaining about me yelling at her stupid son. So I said, "Shut up and let me play my air hockey game." Then she gasped and slapped me. She was really fat, so I jabbed her in her gut and she goes over to her husband and starts waving her hand in the air and pretending to gasp for air. I just rolled my eyes and kept playing. Her husband comes over to me, thinking he'll knock me out. He said, "What'd you do to my wife?" And I just ignored him. He punches me in the shoulder, so I threw the little air hockey goalie thing that you hold. It hit him in the fat bald head. Andrew and I cracked up, then I left. It was funny. Andrew went home and told my dad, because he tells my parents about everything, so I'll never do anything cool with him again.