  MAN I was tired today!  I still am. I stayed up late the previous night playing super smash bros ( the first and best)  trying to beat this one match.  I was given the task to beat this specific match by my older sisters bf because he was a GOD at the game and I was always second best.
 It's my favorite game and the one I'm best at so. finally. after around three years. I did it. it was glorious. most girls hate guys who play videogames even a little but this was so much more!
 So I have to wake up early to get a haircut,  which I wanted,  but I just crashed on the waiting couch at Don Carlos.  Considering the fact that I just pulled on shorts,  running shoes,  and a BIG german army jacket.
I looked like a homeless 20 year old dead on a couch.  That didn't stop the extremely attractive hair dresser from talking to me!  I don't consider myself that handsome,  but I'm not one of the guys that doesn't expect everyone to talk to him.  I believe it's the people skills that draw people of all ages. I really dislike (
H- A- T- E)  american society,  but I do enjoy great conversations.
 My people skills though,  do not get me dates : so we talked about home school and the asswipes who decide to share their opinion on how we're stupid freaks and how home ed doesn't work. also about how sleep is great.  Hey guys. do you want to know how to start a great conversation with a beautiful woman?
here ya go. pay attention. DON'T STARE AT HER BREASTS!  I swear. every day I went to my old high school. I came close to vomitting while watching my fellow males.
they would stare OPEN MOUTHED at anything with breasts!  Oh and never her face. always the ass and face.  The worst days were when they conjured up the balls ( god knows they fondled themselves until whatever genitalia was left was withered or covered in a rash)  to flirt with them.
hey bebbuh. you got a real perty face. hows about you and I go to a movie? Then this girl will proceed to let out the most HIGH PITCHED and primal AW BOY YEAH in agreement. I think that during our primal years as slightly hairy apes,  the women would let out screeching howls in agreement of fuck dates.
maybe to deafen the male. cuz god knows women want one thing but do little things to delay it from happening. like a guy listening. anyway. my hair was cut but not the way I wanted so I guess I'll get a picture next time.  So we go home so I can work which can't be done because dinner is on its way,
 meaning no ritalin,  meaning no work.  So I play some more supersmash bros.  My shirt didn't come. but I stood outside and glared at the UPS guy.  Not his fault.
well. as soon as I sit down to work. Ian and I have to go pick up caitlin because she couldn't drive herself to cosmetology school. because she now has vertigo. I know what the problem is. caitlin I have diagnosed you with freeloaderitis.
eating an entire box of cheezits without moving more than half a mile a day is NOT good for you.  When we get there,  it was like picking an oreo cookie out of a sea of melted black and white crayons. for some reason every girl had the same haircut,  shirt and shorts. stupid kids.
trying to be different. people are constantly trying to define differentiality or searching for a way to be individual by changing the way they think. the key is not to involve yourself in such circles.  Not giving a fuck will get you in the same circle AND you look like a careless hippy idiot. just forget about it.  It's easy kids!
 Well now I'm home and working ( kind of)  Dr.  Perring,  the entomologist,  hasn't emailed me back but I don't expect him to ever reply.
 Ian just came to say hi and I had to get him to leave.  No one knows how hard that is to do but he's such a time burglar : D. sorry about the first I did this and then and then and then of this entry. at least I got that out of my suster so I can entertain you more later tonight.
