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May. 11th, 2002 01:29 amWell, I was meant to update my journal and declare that Ceren is my lord and master at Dance Dance Revolution, but seeing as I just COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY ANNIHILATED HER, I don't think that's really neccesary anymore. Also, if this journal entry just sort of trails off and ends in choking sounds, it's probably because she strangled me.
Anyway, after my last thrilling journal entry, I went out to watch Simpsons and ended up zoning out on the couch. Not really conscious at all, but still taking in sensory stimuli. I guess it could be considered a nap. Woke up because I managed to get myself into some uncomfortable lung bruising position on the couch. Dan and Ceren got back from the east bay, and we all decided to go play Dance Dance Revolution at the mini-golf course down the street. Because being humiliated in public is intrinsically more fun. Checked my friends list quickly before heading out the door and saw that Patty was just spinning her wheels at home, so we called and invited her along also. Didn't actually end up going mini-golfing, but we blew lots of tokens on Dance Dance Revolution, shooty games, and some sort of snowmobile racing game. Patty whupped me soundly at the shooties and the snowmobile game, but I think I could take her at DDR. Got to watch some truly frighteningly, amazingly good DDR players. Going up after them was humiliating at best. Made an exciting discovery that the theme song to Neverending Story is one of the songs on 5th mix. This rules immensely. Ceren schooled me at the arcade, so we've been trash-talking ever since, and now I've had my revenge.
After the arcade shut down, we all headed out to yummy italian food. I got tortellini in a tomato cream sauce. It was wunderbar. Patty got a calzone roughly the size of Yuganda. Ceren got some ravioli thing, and Dan got what I did. I bet no one in the universe cares about what I had for dinner, but I'm at that stage of sleep dep where I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY energetic. Which is kind of saddening, because I think everyone else is going to sleep. Maybe I should just go down to the garage and play ddr until the early hours. Hrm...
Ok, made it through the whole entry without Ceren strangling me. Huzzah!
Anyway, after my last thrilling journal entry, I went out to watch Simpsons and ended up zoning out on the couch. Not really conscious at all, but still taking in sensory stimuli. I guess it could be considered a nap. Woke up because I managed to get myself into some uncomfortable lung bruising position on the couch. Dan and Ceren got back from the east bay, and we all decided to go play Dance Dance Revolution at the mini-golf course down the street. Because being humiliated in public is intrinsically more fun. Checked my friends list quickly before heading out the door and saw that Patty was just spinning her wheels at home, so we called and invited her along also. Didn't actually end up going mini-golfing, but we blew lots of tokens on Dance Dance Revolution, shooty games, and some sort of snowmobile racing game. Patty whupped me soundly at the shooties and the snowmobile game, but I think I could take her at DDR. Got to watch some truly frighteningly, amazingly good DDR players. Going up after them was humiliating at best. Made an exciting discovery that the theme song to Neverending Story is one of the songs on 5th mix. This rules immensely. Ceren schooled me at the arcade, so we've been trash-talking ever since, and now I've had my revenge.
After the arcade shut down, we all headed out to yummy italian food. I got tortellini in a tomato cream sauce. It was wunderbar. Patty got a calzone roughly the size of Yuganda. Ceren got some ravioli thing, and Dan got what I did. I bet no one in the universe cares about what I had for dinner, but I'm at that stage of sleep dep where I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY energetic. Which is kind of saddening, because I think everyone else is going to sleep. Maybe I should just go down to the garage and play ddr until the early hours. Hrm...
Ok, made it through the whole entry without Ceren strangling me. Huzzah!
