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azuriteI guess hearing that my dad might have died this week pretty much SHOOK me to the core. You know, I totally neglected to mention the cool parts of the night (Friday). Okay, so it was a bummer that Amber didn't show up like she said she would, but there seemed to be a pretty decent crowd of people there. And what was REALLY cool was how Christal kept "donating" to my ticket fund-- Will somehow managed to get Dave (David?) to rig the Wheel of Fortune machine with a HUUUGE amount of credits, so we kept trading off button-mashing with him, me, and Jeff. -.- Jeff's new nickname is Lucky Fingers, because he hit the damn spinny part 3 times! ;_; It only happened those 3 times out of over 40, but still! It was always Jeff and never me or Will... *sniffle* I got a pretty good portion of the tickets we got from the spinning, so I was happy-- up until I got a call, had to step outside, and missed out on a whole BUNCH more tickets. But I have a bunch now... took Will's advice (finally) and decided to just collect a bunch of ticket reciepts instead of bags of yellow tix. =D
Will pointed out some very interesting prizes they have at RTA now, like those perpetual motion things. ;_; But the one I liked looked broken! Phoo. Still, it was cool hanging with everyone again, even if it was for the entirely selfish purpose of getting tickets for our prizes. ^^; For the record though, I SUCK at that Happy Bee game. I just don't have the coordination skills. There was some guy doing it most of the night, racking in anywhere from 48-59 points each time-- meaning 100-250 tickets per token! The idiot didn't MOVE, either, which pissed me off when I wanted to play... ergo, quite embarassing when he finally backed away to let me play, and I got something like 19 points (12 tickets). ;_;
Yeah, so apparently PsyJoe and Jeff got into a fight. -.- Christal and I were discussing this on our way back from Subway and 7-11 (I decided I didn't want In-N-Out that night), after we ran into PsyJoe. So we heard things first from him, and they might have been a little biased, but here's my "short and sweet" opinion on it. If you have a guff with someone, "take it outside" is the best thing to say. Seriously, why start a fight at a place like RTA where a) you get embarassed in front of your friends-- not to mention countless tourists, the people that run the arcade, etc... b) there's no room to have a really good fight anyway... c) you're bound to get kicked out and be miserable OUTSIDE of the arcade, where it tends to be cold, boring, and expensive. And apparently that's just what happened to PsyJoe, which SUCKED, because by all rights, anyone who starts a fight (whether it's pushing someone or throwing a verbal insult) should be kicked out TOO. As far as I'm concerned though, fights (physical ones, anyway) are pretty pointless-- so people get hurt. And that's it-- who's to say anyone "learns their lesson?" Besides, we have enough melodrama and anomosity in our group-- people starting points (for a reason or not) just adds to the mess. We don't need FACTIONS! We're supposed to be FRIENDS, dammnit. I know I of all people, shouldn't be the advocate for this kind of thing here, but even when I have problems with someone, I don't go out of my way to be rude to them, let alone picking fights. -.- Besides, you don't gain anything from a mistake made in the past. So what if someone did something to someone else? You can't change the past, and that's that. End of story, case closed.
ANYWAY... I'm paranoid about money now, thanks to mom. I think this is what happened to my $20 over the course of the next two days...
$5 - tokens
$3 - Subway
$1.50 - 7-11
$3 - Lunch (Saturday, McDonalds)
$7 - "Brinner" at Lucky Penny (Saturday morning, around 2:30)
$1 - Lotto Scratcher (I won a free ticket because Grace kissed it! =D)
Yeah. I have to redeem that Lotto ticket though. =D Did you know that today's jackpot was $54 million!? I didn't buy an actual lotto ticket, but I wonder if anyone won? If no one did, or it got split again, the jackpot will get BIGGER! =D
What did I play at RTA? Uhm... Crazy Taxi-- still not very good at it, but it's fun... except when the customers yell at you in that uber annoying voice of theirs. Did a LITTLE DDR, with what few cents I had left to donate to that end; sometime during the night the Bemani discount took effect, which was cool. Oh, also played some DMX... I guess the screen is broken for Beatmania, is that why it's so dead and lonely in the back? Also played Skee Ball (hehe, got 200 points!) and Happy Bee... some other ticket games. Most of the night really was spent over at the Wheel of Fortune because of all those free credits! Oh, there was a period of about 20 minutes when everyone was anxiously watching Benji triangulate his position in order to achieve Kit Kat-edness. Will (I believe) said something about how it was sort of sad/weird how everyone was crowding around the candy machine, the same way people used to crowd around DDR or Initial D. He was right. But the payload was good-- Christal gave Benji a bunch of tokens, and both she and Benji were nice enough to share the prizeload when it finally paid off. ;_; I feel kinda bad though, he didn't get his Kit Kat! Speaking of which, I told a "gory" story passed down onto me from my Dad about the origin of the Kit Kat. If you haven't heard it already...
Once upon a time during the Great Depression a man was working very hard to make chocolates. People were very sad around this time, you see, and the man didn't like to see sad faces- especially those of children. He owned a once-successful chocolate factory where he lived with his pet cat. But, since the depression had ruined so many businesses, the man didn't have any workers, and spent most of his days trying to come up with a formula for a new, better chocolate that would make people smile.
Many months passed however, and the man was only further in debt than before, and no closer to coming up with a better chocolate recipe. He had to keep selling what he'd been making for years, even if it wasn't doing as well as the chocolate from other companies. His pet cat saw how sad her owner was, and one day snuck off from her basket upstairs... and jumped right into the chocolate machine. The man emerged from his office and saw a strange bar sitting on the conveyer belt. He tried it, and it was the best candy bar he'd had! He took it to several kids on the street, who loved it, and soon the factory was flooded with eager kids and people wanting to try the new chocolate.
The man was happy after a day of making money and making people happy, and wanted to celebrate his success with his pet cat, totally unaware of the sacrifice she'd made for him. However, when he found her basket empty, and her pawprints going to the machine, he understood. The next day, when he was asked to name his new chocolate bar, he solemnly proclaimed it was named "Kit Kat."
~*~
I believe this story came from my innocent childhood question about what the wafers/nougat in KK bars were made of. My dad was pretty mean (in a funny sense) to tell me the above story... but now you know. I still like Kit Kats though.
Ho Hum... so after some gaming and such, people got impatient and wanted to go. Some people wanted to get the hell out of RTA (you have to admit, it does get boring after a while, especially when the place is filled with tourists and Other People Who Are Easy to Dislike) and others didn't seem to care so much; this is the part where I truly noticed the factions. Some people are being quite stubborn about the whole affair; I miss those days when we used to just tromp down to In-N-Out in a huge crowd, taking up 2 or 3 tables outside, just talking and laughing and making innuendos about our milkshakes (okay, maybe that was just me... >_>;). So that was sad how we split up like that for no real reason, when everyone pretty much ended up at RTA anyway. Grace was pretty steamed for some reason, so Oliver, Christal and I walked on our own. You know, some of those street artists really DO have talent, believe it or not. I want to get one of those airbrushed paintings.
Anywho, so we finally caught up with them at INO, and Grace had her kewl-ass Ukiyoe-themed tarot cards. I didn't get a good look at them, but I believe she did a reading for herself. I didn't do a reading for anyone, but we piled into two booths (God, Dorkchop, and Vince showed up! YAY!) and ate/talked. That was cool. People then made the plans to crash at Vince's, those who could, anyway. I was one of them, not being all that eager to go home that night, especially when Mom told me her BOOOOYfriend would be coming over. So we split into two cars, I went into Grace's (as much as I love her driving... her smoking and blasting "Mmbop" made my head to my stomach curdle) ... we met at Cala's. I dropped Gloomy (pink teddy bear with claws as long as my fingers) on PsyJoe, and he screamed like a girl. ^^; He scares me sometimes. Dropped Cris off after that-- then we all went to Vince's, but people eventually got hungry, so we went to Lucky Penny.
Okay, so about 10 minutes before we left, I read this email from my dad saying he'd almost died this week. It scared the living bejeezus out of me, of course-- there was that whole whack entry I had earlier and everything, and I guess I'm still in that funk right now. I don't know too much of the details, but he had some sort of abcess or something in his stomach area, and had to go to the emergency room. There was apparently a very fine line between a minor, simple surgery and something that could have been risky and long, not to mention life-threatening. I'm just glad he's okay-- and I want to take this time to remind you guys that no matter how much you can hate your parents for whatever reason, they are STILL the ones that brought you into this world, STILL have gotten you THIS FAR, and still love you, no matter how much they seem not to. So cherish them, cherish ALL your relatives, your friends, your siblings-- because honestly, you never know when they will be gone. I have had to learn that lesson the hard way, and I know I'm not the only one. I just don't want someone to go through a three-year funk like I did, and ruin more than is necessary (though when is ruining ANYTHING ever necessary?).
I went into Vince's car, since I didn't want the whole acidic feeling of smoke going down my throat again. I'm sorry people, I am allergic to smoke. Yes, you can call me a nerd, but when do I ever give a shit? You know me, I hate people who smoke. I'll tell you the story again about how I saw my emaciated uncle (can you say GOLLUM!?) eating/breathing through a tube in his throat-- because his tongue had been cut out and his esophogus wasn't functioning anymore. He did eventually die of tongue and lung cancer-- and did my aunt stop smoking? NOPE! It's sad. And don't use that dumb excuse that it takes years for those kind of things to develop, or that you'll eventually quit, or you just need it to de-stress. 1) every BODY is different-- one person can develop cancer in a few months, while someone might take a lifetime for it to get to them, and when it does, it's even worse. 2) Quitting starts NOW. Besides, there's plenty of people to support you. Not to mention think of all the money you'll be saving. Ciggies and the like are damn expensive these days for a reason, you know. And 3) There are SO many other ways to de-stress and some of them are SO MUCH MORE FUN! Don't get me started, please. I mean, MUD BATH! *dr00lage*
Anyway, melodrama. Dorkchop went into Grace's car (well, George's car, really, but Grace is the one driving, so...) in my place, ergo I feel partly responsible for what happened. Dorkchop was being Dorkchop, and he was at least a little drunk, like most everyone else (me, I couldn't even down a pure shot of vodka that night, which is sort of unusual for me, but chalk it up to my less than stellar mood) save maybe PsyJoe, who as far as I know, only had a chaser (soda). And he did something Very Stupid and not only got ASH on Gloomy, but pressed the ciggarette INTO its fur, singing the rayon fur, burning it! Poor Gloomy. Grace was hysterical, and everyone was trying to figure out what to do... poor Vince thought it was his fault at first, since we'd tried going by Pine instead of my Geary to get to LP. Anyway, we finally sorted things out and people ate/drank... it was still pretty weird. But Gloomy is fixable, with some work (Grace insists 409 will save the world. Or something like that). And he does look pretty cute with those bandaids Vince put on it. Still, a $40 bear... Dorkchop should make an honest effort to get Grace a new Gloomy.
Had a Good Morning meal, or whatever it is-- pancakes, bacon (didn't eat the bacon, the pancakes filled me up) and orange juice. People experimented with their drinks a lot; PsyJoe poured creamer, orange juice, sugar, and even a sprinkle of pepper into his water glass and then DRANK IT! I had a sip, and it was actually that good. Hence the development of the Sugar Theory, which pretty much states that anything with enough sugar in it will taste good. ^^; Even coffee, which Jimbo poured a SHITLOAD of sugar and SYRUP into. Then he downed the whole thing and said it tasted like a Frappucino! I think we've found the so-called secret recipe!
Went back to Vince's after that (I went in Grace's car this time). We drove around looking for parking for a while, and heard someone making some freak ass noises on the streets below us-- like they were trying to drift on the straight streets. We couldn't find the car that was doing it though, so it might have just been (hehe) a crazy taxi. Vince and them showed up after they got gas, and we all tromped upstairs; George was feeling the effects of drunkeness, and stayed in the car. Those who stayed stayed, those who had to go left.
My whole left side was killing me that night, and sort of still is-- so something must be going on in the right side of my brain. Creativity and left bodily impairment? Sad. But I have this elbow pain, my knee, my back... owowowowow... Took some Aspirin and weasled the couch (thanks Jimmy!) to sleep on for the next six hours. Come 12 or 1ish, I was waking up, and Jimmy said something about going... an FX meeting at Stonestown. So I went with them on the M, but split when we got there. Spent like an hour at Border's (HEAVEN!! OMG, so much stuff I want!) reading manga. I have a new (another!) obsession, in "Wild Act." =D Tokyopop's doing a pretty good job of getting my attention lately, even if they're not doing so great at translating (I found one panel where they left the Japanese AND the English layered on top of on another!). Oh, and came up with several reasons to write a rant (which shall appear later, when I'm not feeling so weird) regarding how stupidity is learned, and with minimal effort, it can be unlearned! Basically, some dumb kids sat in the MIDDLE of the aisle reading, blocking all these people from getting their stuff, and Border's associates had to tell them to MOVE **3** times. They still didn't listen, and I really wish security had kicked them out.
Anyway, I'm checking out a bunch of stuff, including whether or not I can return one of the two Anaheim pictures I got from stupid Jolesch. Better go. =) Mamo Day has begun! Mamo Week, really.
Will pointed out some very interesting prizes they have at RTA now, like those perpetual motion things. ;_; But the one I liked looked broken! Phoo. Still, it was cool hanging with everyone again, even if it was for the entirely selfish purpose of getting tickets for our prizes. ^^; For the record though, I SUCK at that Happy Bee game. I just don't have the coordination skills. There was some guy doing it most of the night, racking in anywhere from 48-59 points each time-- meaning 100-250 tickets per token! The idiot didn't MOVE, either, which pissed me off when I wanted to play... ergo, quite embarassing when he finally backed away to let me play, and I got something like 19 points (12 tickets). ;_;
Yeah, so apparently PsyJoe and Jeff got into a fight. -.- Christal and I were discussing this on our way back from Subway and 7-11 (I decided I didn't want In-N-Out that night), after we ran into PsyJoe. So we heard things first from him, and they might have been a little biased, but here's my "short and sweet" opinion on it. If you have a guff with someone, "take it outside" is the best thing to say. Seriously, why start a fight at a place like RTA where a) you get embarassed in front of your friends-- not to mention countless tourists, the people that run the arcade, etc... b) there's no room to have a really good fight anyway... c) you're bound to get kicked out and be miserable OUTSIDE of the arcade, where it tends to be cold, boring, and expensive. And apparently that's just what happened to PsyJoe, which SUCKED, because by all rights, anyone who starts a fight (whether it's pushing someone or throwing a verbal insult) should be kicked out TOO. As far as I'm concerned though, fights (physical ones, anyway) are pretty pointless-- so people get hurt. And that's it-- who's to say anyone "learns their lesson?" Besides, we have enough melodrama and anomosity in our group-- people starting points (for a reason or not) just adds to the mess. We don't need FACTIONS! We're supposed to be FRIENDS, dammnit. I know I of all people, shouldn't be the advocate for this kind of thing here, but even when I have problems with someone, I don't go out of my way to be rude to them, let alone picking fights. -.- Besides, you don't gain anything from a mistake made in the past. So what if someone did something to someone else? You can't change the past, and that's that. End of story, case closed.
ANYWAY... I'm paranoid about money now, thanks to mom. I think this is what happened to my $20 over the course of the next two days...
$5 - tokens
$3 - Subway
$1.50 - 7-11
$3 - Lunch (Saturday, McDonalds)
$7 - "Brinner" at Lucky Penny (Saturday morning, around 2:30)
$1 - Lotto Scratcher (I won a free ticket because Grace kissed it! =D)
Yeah. I have to redeem that Lotto ticket though. =D Did you know that today's jackpot was $54 million!? I didn't buy an actual lotto ticket, but I wonder if anyone won? If no one did, or it got split again, the jackpot will get BIGGER! =D
What did I play at RTA? Uhm... Crazy Taxi-- still not very good at it, but it's fun... except when the customers yell at you in that uber annoying voice of theirs. Did a LITTLE DDR, with what few cents I had left to donate to that end; sometime during the night the Bemani discount took effect, which was cool. Oh, also played some DMX... I guess the screen is broken for Beatmania, is that why it's so dead and lonely in the back? Also played Skee Ball (hehe, got 200 points!) and Happy Bee... some other ticket games. Most of the night really was spent over at the Wheel of Fortune because of all those free credits! Oh, there was a period of about 20 minutes when everyone was anxiously watching Benji triangulate his position in order to achieve Kit Kat-edness. Will (I believe) said something about how it was sort of sad/weird how everyone was crowding around the candy machine, the same way people used to crowd around DDR or Initial D. He was right. But the payload was good-- Christal gave Benji a bunch of tokens, and both she and Benji were nice enough to share the prizeload when it finally paid off. ;_; I feel kinda bad though, he didn't get his Kit Kat! Speaking of which, I told a "gory" story passed down onto me from my Dad about the origin of the Kit Kat. If you haven't heard it already...
Once upon a time during the Great Depression a man was working very hard to make chocolates. People were very sad around this time, you see, and the man didn't like to see sad faces- especially those of children. He owned a once-successful chocolate factory where he lived with his pet cat. But, since the depression had ruined so many businesses, the man didn't have any workers, and spent most of his days trying to come up with a formula for a new, better chocolate that would make people smile.
Many months passed however, and the man was only further in debt than before, and no closer to coming up with a better chocolate recipe. He had to keep selling what he'd been making for years, even if it wasn't doing as well as the chocolate from other companies. His pet cat saw how sad her owner was, and one day snuck off from her basket upstairs... and jumped right into the chocolate machine. The man emerged from his office and saw a strange bar sitting on the conveyer belt. He tried it, and it was the best candy bar he'd had! He took it to several kids on the street, who loved it, and soon the factory was flooded with eager kids and people wanting to try the new chocolate.
The man was happy after a day of making money and making people happy, and wanted to celebrate his success with his pet cat, totally unaware of the sacrifice she'd made for him. However, when he found her basket empty, and her pawprints going to the machine, he understood. The next day, when he was asked to name his new chocolate bar, he solemnly proclaimed it was named "Kit Kat."
~*~
I believe this story came from my innocent childhood question about what the wafers/nougat in KK bars were made of. My dad was pretty mean (in a funny sense) to tell me the above story... but now you know. I still like Kit Kats though.
Ho Hum... so after some gaming and such, people got impatient and wanted to go. Some people wanted to get the hell out of RTA (you have to admit, it does get boring after a while, especially when the place is filled with tourists and Other People Who Are Easy to Dislike) and others didn't seem to care so much; this is the part where I truly noticed the factions. Some people are being quite stubborn about the whole affair; I miss those days when we used to just tromp down to In-N-Out in a huge crowd, taking up 2 or 3 tables outside, just talking and laughing and making innuendos about our milkshakes (okay, maybe that was just me... >_>;). So that was sad how we split up like that for no real reason, when everyone pretty much ended up at RTA anyway. Grace was pretty steamed for some reason, so Oliver, Christal and I walked on our own. You know, some of those street artists really DO have talent, believe it or not. I want to get one of those airbrushed paintings.
Anywho, so we finally caught up with them at INO, and Grace had her kewl-ass Ukiyoe-themed tarot cards. I didn't get a good look at them, but I believe she did a reading for herself. I didn't do a reading for anyone, but we piled into two booths (God, Dorkchop, and Vince showed up! YAY!) and ate/talked. That was cool. People then made the plans to crash at Vince's, those who could, anyway. I was one of them, not being all that eager to go home that night, especially when Mom told me her BOOOOYfriend would be coming over. So we split into two cars, I went into Grace's (as much as I love her driving... her smoking and blasting "Mmbop" made my head to my stomach curdle) ... we met at Cala's. I dropped Gloomy (pink teddy bear with claws as long as my fingers) on PsyJoe, and he screamed like a girl. ^^; He scares me sometimes. Dropped Cris off after that-- then we all went to Vince's, but people eventually got hungry, so we went to Lucky Penny.
Okay, so about 10 minutes before we left, I read this email from my dad saying he'd almost died this week. It scared the living bejeezus out of me, of course-- there was that whole whack entry I had earlier and everything, and I guess I'm still in that funk right now. I don't know too much of the details, but he had some sort of abcess or something in his stomach area, and had to go to the emergency room. There was apparently a very fine line between a minor, simple surgery and something that could have been risky and long, not to mention life-threatening. I'm just glad he's okay-- and I want to take this time to remind you guys that no matter how much you can hate your parents for whatever reason, they are STILL the ones that brought you into this world, STILL have gotten you THIS FAR, and still love you, no matter how much they seem not to. So cherish them, cherish ALL your relatives, your friends, your siblings-- because honestly, you never know when they will be gone. I have had to learn that lesson the hard way, and I know I'm not the only one. I just don't want someone to go through a three-year funk like I did, and ruin more than is necessary (though when is ruining ANYTHING ever necessary?).
I went into Vince's car, since I didn't want the whole acidic feeling of smoke going down my throat again. I'm sorry people, I am allergic to smoke. Yes, you can call me a nerd, but when do I ever give a shit? You know me, I hate people who smoke. I'll tell you the story again about how I saw my emaciated uncle (can you say GOLLUM!?) eating/breathing through a tube in his throat-- because his tongue had been cut out and his esophogus wasn't functioning anymore. He did eventually die of tongue and lung cancer-- and did my aunt stop smoking? NOPE! It's sad. And don't use that dumb excuse that it takes years for those kind of things to develop, or that you'll eventually quit, or you just need it to de-stress. 1) every BODY is different-- one person can develop cancer in a few months, while someone might take a lifetime for it to get to them, and when it does, it's even worse. 2) Quitting starts NOW. Besides, there's plenty of people to support you. Not to mention think of all the money you'll be saving. Ciggies and the like are damn expensive these days for a reason, you know. And 3) There are SO many other ways to de-stress and some of them are SO MUCH MORE FUN! Don't get me started, please. I mean, MUD BATH! *dr00lage*
Anyway, melodrama. Dorkchop went into Grace's car (well, George's car, really, but Grace is the one driving, so...) in my place, ergo I feel partly responsible for what happened. Dorkchop was being Dorkchop, and he was at least a little drunk, like most everyone else (me, I couldn't even down a pure shot of vodka that night, which is sort of unusual for me, but chalk it up to my less than stellar mood) save maybe PsyJoe, who as far as I know, only had a chaser (soda). And he did something Very Stupid and not only got ASH on Gloomy, but pressed the ciggarette INTO its fur, singing the rayon fur, burning it! Poor Gloomy. Grace was hysterical, and everyone was trying to figure out what to do... poor Vince thought it was his fault at first, since we'd tried going by Pine instead of my Geary to get to LP. Anyway, we finally sorted things out and people ate/drank... it was still pretty weird. But Gloomy is fixable, with some work (Grace insists 409 will save the world. Or something like that). And he does look pretty cute with those bandaids Vince put on it. Still, a $40 bear... Dorkchop should make an honest effort to get Grace a new Gloomy.
Had a Good Morning meal, or whatever it is-- pancakes, bacon (didn't eat the bacon, the pancakes filled me up) and orange juice. People experimented with their drinks a lot; PsyJoe poured creamer, orange juice, sugar, and even a sprinkle of pepper into his water glass and then DRANK IT! I had a sip, and it was actually that good. Hence the development of the Sugar Theory, which pretty much states that anything with enough sugar in it will taste good. ^^; Even coffee, which Jimbo poured a SHITLOAD of sugar and SYRUP into. Then he downed the whole thing and said it tasted like a Frappucino! I think we've found the so-called secret recipe!
Went back to Vince's after that (I went in Grace's car this time). We drove around looking for parking for a while, and heard someone making some freak ass noises on the streets below us-- like they were trying to drift on the straight streets. We couldn't find the car that was doing it though, so it might have just been (hehe) a crazy taxi. Vince and them showed up after they got gas, and we all tromped upstairs; George was feeling the effects of drunkeness, and stayed in the car. Those who stayed stayed, those who had to go left.
My whole left side was killing me that night, and sort of still is-- so something must be going on in the right side of my brain. Creativity and left bodily impairment? Sad. But I have this elbow pain, my knee, my back... owowowowow... Took some Aspirin and weasled the couch (thanks Jimmy!) to sleep on for the next six hours. Come 12 or 1ish, I was waking up, and Jimmy said something about going... an FX meeting at Stonestown. So I went with them on the M, but split when we got there. Spent like an hour at Border's (HEAVEN!! OMG, so much stuff I want!) reading manga. I have a new (another!) obsession, in "Wild Act." =D Tokyopop's doing a pretty good job of getting my attention lately, even if they're not doing so great at translating (I found one panel where they left the Japanese AND the English layered on top of on another!). Oh, and came up with several reasons to write a rant (which shall appear later, when I'm not feeling so weird) regarding how stupidity is learned, and with minimal effort, it can be unlearned! Basically, some dumb kids sat in the MIDDLE of the aisle reading, blocking all these people from getting their stuff, and Border's associates had to tell them to MOVE **3** times. They still didn't listen, and I really wish security had kicked them out.
Anyway, I'm checking out a bunch of stuff, including whether or not I can return one of the two Anaheim pictures I got from stupid Jolesch. Better go. =) Mamo Day has begun! Mamo Week, really.
