Why do you always ask me to eat?

Because we know you will.

cries

Why so sweaty? Because fat people are ALWAYS sweaty.

Happened. In my mind.

Came across a girl’s phone today. After downloading all her nude pics off the phone finding her email addy/name within the phone, I let her know she could come pick it up. She was took a long time to get the phone, so I was half tempted to take a bunch of ugly photos and set them as backgrounds. I figure the prank would offset the positive karma I would reap from returning her phone. Thought about it, but in the end I didn’t.

I think I’m growing soft in my old age.

Every once in a while, I’ll have a huge burst of activity where I get a lot done. Usually it’ll involve a new project of sorts, and in the opening hours/days I’ll work like mad on it. If I’m lucky, it’ll get finished in that burst. Otherwise, I end up getting bored with it and it takes forever to get the last bit done.

Back when I was younger, I came across a large wooden dowel. I immediately saw it for the sword it should be, and started hacking away at it. I cut it down to the proper shape and even sanded/filed down the jagged edges and smoothed down the length. After it was done, I enjoyed the novelty of having a wooden sword and the ability to swing it at things. That grew old very quickly. Having a wooden sword was cool, but in the end, it was just another thing to add to the heap of stuff in my room.

One evening I was reading from my bed, and was quickly growing sleepy. The light switch in my room was on the other wall, opposite of my bed. If I got up to turn the light switch off, I knew I would shake off my sleepiness. That’s when I knew my sword had a purpose. By grabbing sword at the end, and reaching off from my bed, I was just barely able to flick the light switch off without having to take a single step on the floor.

Yes, I’m lazy. But sometimes great things are achieved for my laziness to continue.

Should’ve stayed hungry.

Watched The Hunger Games this past Monday evening. I was pretty pleased with the film. It’s a very good adaptation of the book, and surprisingly close to the way I had envisoned the tone and setting. I noticed that much of the film had some pretty close framing and camera shake (for the “audience immersion” I suspect) so I was glad I wasn’t seated in the front rows. I might’ve gotten Cloverfield‘ed otherwise. But besides that, definitely a fun watch. I approve.

The one gripe I have with the film is Peeta. I was TOTALLY expecting him to look more goofy. What a total letdown.

Something like this

I guess now I’ll prolly have to get around to reading the 3rd book, Mockingjay. While I enjoyed the first book (despite it being very Battle Royale cloney,) the second book didn’t keep me interested enough for me to actively pursue the next book. And now that the demand for the books has become all FUGGUDJSSWARRBLL insane, we’ll see if I actually manage to borrow me a copy to read.