In keeping with my previous theme...

You really can't tell it here, but that's a camel that I have my hand on. The guy who took my picture didn't know how to use the camera so instead of a nice shot with me and some chili eating fleabag, it looks like I'm resting my hand on a shag carpeted chaise lounge. But I digress.


See what I mean, Chili eater...

It struck me that I've been a bit lax in posting lately, so without further ado, stand by for a series of completely uninforming yet timely posts.

P.S. After all the drama, this is what I ended up with.

I've bought my car!
There was a moment there when I thought he might just back down, but in the end things turned out just right.

Also, I had lunch with the SmartyPantsed one the other day, and to be honest it answered a lot of questions I've had lately....
For instance, what exactly is a drunken apple, or are the devil's pickles really all that spicy; thanks to that lunch I now know the answer to both of those intriguing dilemas.

But I digress.

I finally made it to the states, and my little brother is back here too!

I found a great car and will finalize on it this weekend. I wanted to come to Brainerd today, but couldn't reach anyone to hang out with so I guess I have to postpone it for a week.

So, about Valleyfair!!!
When's a good time for you?

So I got around to looking up insurance quotes the other day and guess what...
New company, high premiums, no new fancy faster than the Millinium Falcon type car for me. Right now I'm thinking either Honda Civic or Nissan Altima.

Well, it's been a week and now I am out of my place and back to work for my normal department. Don't have the tickets in my hand yet, but I've been told by a friend who works in the travel department that I'm scheduled to be off the island by the end of this month!

I packed my apartment today and sent it on it's merry way.

So what I'm left with right now is a suitcase full of clothes, a box full of paperwork, a laptop full of music and my favorite chess set ever. I'm coming home by the last week in June, and the in-between of preparing to leave then waiting for weeks is driving me nuts.

I'm supposed to be out of my flat tomorrow, and I'm ready to go, but I work from dawn to (almost) dusk, which over here is pretty long. At any rate I'm sure the manager won't still be working by the time I get off and so I need to figure out a way to get checked out without incurring an extra days' rent. If I have to, I have to, but there are a lot better things to spend 75 bucks on than one more night in this place.

Something I would much rather spend my 75 bucks on is a Mitsubishi 3000GT VR4.
For those of you who aren't familiar with this car it can be summed up in five simple characters. 320hp



Ever since Japan, I've been jonesin for another nice ride. I'm so tempted to buy one of these, I ask you how am I supposed to say no to a car that goes 0-60 in 5.4 seconds?

So a friend and I went to see this movie "The hills have eyes" about irradiated mutant canibals in the Nevada desert. I wasn't all that thrilled about the movie from the beginning because that type of movie really isn't my cup of tea, but there was nothing better to do so I relented... At any rate, the first half of the movie was stupid and boring with all the old horror cliches, but the last half took a surprising turn. In short, this peacefull yuppy cell phone salesman straps a baseball bat and goes wanders through these desert caves in search of the canibals who stole his 9 month old baby.


The guy is a putz, and through the whole last half of the movie I found myself torn between saying things like "that fool deserves to be shot with his own gun" and fighting not to yell outloud as he blunders from one life threatening scenario to the next, and wishing I could be there to help him deliver the louisville slugger of justice. (Especially when he is wrastling the 7 foot axe mutant, and it starts throwing him through the rotten drywall.)
I guess what I'm trying to get at is that if you go your whole life and never watch this movie you'll probably be happier for it, but if you have an hour to waste, the last half is better than a kick in the shins.