Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and Trevor. This is the Monday afternoon post before I go to how to be an engineer class. Thanksgiving was quite an eventful and fun time. Talley, Trevor, Meridith and I discovered the secret joys of playing Chronos trigger on a DDR mat, which is a group activity, and our character looked like an idiot and kept banging into things.


Anyways, good news and bad news. Good news, Saturday, Talley and I figured out where she was getting all her lesion on her legs. As you have all been aware of dubious times, Talley keeps getting these horrendous staph-looking infections on her leg from some hidden friend. Friday, she found she had another one, the first one since she left home. Well, lo and behold dear readers, it looks like she has something poisonous in her room, causing her to loose a lot of her muscle tissue, because she won't go to a doctor. So how did we discover the exact location of her fangy companion?


Well, Talley and I had rented DarkWatch, a totally totally awesome game. You're a rugged cowboy/outlaw who kills zombies and fights from becoming a vampire. Hello, every freaky genre out there rolled up into one package with minimal plot line. All we need are some pirates and ninjas. It's a lot like halo, actually. You respawn when you die on the two player mode and loose all your weapons. You can kill your friends and allies and there are two story lines to choose from.


Okay, back to the story at hand. So I'm laying down at the foot of her bed while she's hanging out on the floor, shooting zombies. When I head back to my car, I found I had a hole in my arm. Yes, A perfectly round cervice, about 3 millimeters in diameter and about 1 millimeter in depth. It was filled with a nice hard, flat yellow thing. Nice. So I go home and bath my forearm in neo-sporen. Next morning, I found I also had a matching hole in my neck. So now when people ask why I have a band-aide on my neck, and if I got a Hickey, I reply, nope, just some brown recluse injecting me with venom in hopes to liquefy me and eat me for din-din. Yeah, well, Meridith's had follicle staph off and on for about two years so she gave me her cream and I've been slathering it on since. Although, funny story, I accidentally put zit cream on it last night. The tubes look identical. So I'mmmm dumb. Strangle, it helped more than the staph cream, probably because it dries it out and kills the venom.


What ever the case may be, Kaci, my roommate, forced me at practically gunpoint to go to the med center today, and the Nurse said to keep putting staph cream on it and just watch it. She distinctly said, "That's all I can tell you." which implies to me that there's stuff she's not telling me, the lying SOB. I'm still waiting to see if I get super strength, 20/2o vision and webbing shooting out of my forearm, so I can dress in spandex and run around Austin, like we don't have enough people like that already. Looks like i'm one of those people that doesn't react to these things because it hasn't swelled up yet and it's been over 24 hours.


In other news, I spent most of Sunday night filling condoms with fake blood and stapping illegal explosives to a cop. More on that later.


Our film will show next monday, and I'll try to get a copy because I've dedicated about a month of my social life to this thing, and I'm showing it everywhere.

From Daily Dose of Imagery. May he never notice I'm illegally posting his stuff*...

Although my sister's friend Megan has been claiming for the past decade that we could never invade Canada because according to United States polls, over half the country can't tell you were Canada is. Wew, go Canada, saved by no one knowing where it is. You crafty buggers.

*Technically, I'm not ripping him off because I site his work and don't claim it as my own, but I've heard that they'll still try to sue you. So here's the classy disclaimer: This isn't mine, if you want to see it on it's home site check out the link on my side bar, and it was posted on nov. 10, 2005. Look it up and have some fun.

Happy All Saints' Day

Happy All Saints Day, the feast that's usually eclipsed by Halloween. For all of the neo and non Catholics out there, it's the catholic commemoration of the departed saints, both known and unknown. To celebrate this occasion, I decided to look up what the common internet consensus is with the word 'saint,' by typing it into goggle images and see what results I get. Goggle images and web pages are arranged by most popular visited sites under that search. Goggle was happy enough to give me Saint Seiya Atena of the Knights of the Zodiac Anime, one of my favorite/most memorable 4 am shows ("Meridith, what is this?"'Dude, Knights of the Zodiac? Really really dumb. The main hero wears a skimpy pink suit of armor and they run around and scream and stuff.""Wow, 80s retro on drugs. You think they have action figures at the 50 Cent store?") I used to watch on cartoon network on a Saturday night before it got canned. So, I skipped to the second image result and stuck it as my display picture. But Athena is a lot prettier than good old St. Nick and I think it's my public duty to anyone that ever saw the show that it looks like Shun and Pisces had some gay groovin' going on, judging by the naked pictures by the animator himself. Whoa, I scrolled down farther, and it looks like Shun was a little whore. Bad Shun.

"Saint" Seiya Athena. I'd like to see the Pope approve that. Heck, I'd just like to see when the Pope approved that.

Shun Di Andromeda, our champion. Always ready for a battle or teaparty or highschool dance or that plastic action figure contract.

Aphrodite/Shun. Hooker, Bisexual, what more can I say.