I started rockclimbing last week and I dig it much. Doing that for a couple hours increases the diameter of your forearms by about an inch and a half. It's cheaper to start doing than mountain biking and saving money is key with school starting soon. I also need to get a digi for webdesigning purposes which should set me back about $400. Blasted money. I need to kick my pimping/ slinging/ stockbroking scheme into high gear, I'm tired of being broke.

Update:
Quotes - Yarg, I'm unattractive

This week's mp3's are from less mainstream genres I suppose. Both groups are quite talented, give them a try if you like stuff that's unique.

It's to the point where my trips to Hachie are so infrequent that three days there just murders me. Just driving through the "city" is like raking my brain with scarring memories and dysfunctional acquaintances. I will say I hate Waco more than Hachie however, and I'm grateful not to be involved in anything to do with Baylor, besides attending a school that destroys them in sports. Speaking of sports, ahhh football.

I've hit a level of inactivity that borders on Jayness. Blowing up APC's and shooting SAS ops can only entertain me for so long. One of my recent nightly activities is playing with the Radiohead tickets. I have them hidden away for security purposes, but sometimes when I'm alone, bored and scantily clad, I like to take out the tickets and wrap them around me and dance around.

At least I'm employed, bitches. Oh shit, I got you good you fucker!

The rate at which summer is dissipating in front of my eyes is devastating. I'm mulling my current state of anti-fitness and tendency to sleep for long, long periods. I associate being in shape with school, hence my prohibition of exercise; I don't want to think about school, so I avoid things that remind me of it. This also explains why I haven't seen certain people lately, eaten anything with less than a million calories in months or read anything at all. I'm going to be a living imitation of The Graduate once I'm out of school. I'll find a nice swimming pool to drift in and a MILF to nail.

I hate when I download porn and they name it something like "hot blonde gets it doggystyle then facial," because it's like okay, just give away the plot! I was gonna watch it but the damn title ruined it. I need the mystery, y'know. 'Where's he gonna put it next?'

Instead of just playing regular Battlefield or the Desert Combat mod thereof, lately I've been given to disabling the game sounds and just making an interesting playlist. It makes the whole game like that silent shootout with dramatic music in Road to Perdition, which makes a wonderful transition to the helicopter/tank style of fighting. Floating along serenely with Bjork massaging your mind while nuking helpless footsoldiers has magnificent cathartic effects, especially after a long day.

At least briefly, school may turn out to be a somewhat welcome relief from the haze of summer. I'm taking 16 hours this fall while continuing to work so the novelty will undoubtedly be dead after a week or so. At least I'll be able to afford ultimate more easily this year, financially if not time-wise.

It's very late and the lasagna that spent the last 90 minutes cooking is nearing a temperature at which I may safely consume it. I'll be back in the near future with quotes and hopefully pictures taken with the digi I intend to buy. Now I'm going to play soothing music, blow up tanks and eat lasagna at 3am. I am an overachiever.