Eleven Plus Hours In

Today has been quite interesting. I've been up since 0700 (a first for me in a while, to be honest), got stuck in Los Angeles' infamously-craptastic traffic for almost an hour, sung a bunch of karaoke (some with some friends, some as a solo effort), and still possess plans for tonight that have yet to occur.

Interesting? Oh, I heavily think so.

Tonight... more fun awaits!

Sneaky Agent Entry

I need to stop having fun sometimes, because it gets in the way of posting on here. So, in lieu of a good post today, I'm just going to go off sneaking around in government facilities. With guns. And a tuxedo. And a magical watch that can freeze time. In Russia.



That's right. I'm playing GoldenEye 007. And like every person who played that game, I shot that guy's cap off every time. =D *karate chops y'all to tomorrow*

Okonomiyaki Time

Hungry? I sure hope so, because I got for you today a savory and steamy blog. It's guaranteed to leave you salivating - and at the very least, curious. So, sit back, relax, and if you're inspired to follow along after you're done reading, more power to you!

And before you ask: not that kind of steamy, you perverts!

Food Coma Sleepy Time

Foodstuffs are goooooooood. I'd talk about it, but alas... I'm full.

Maybe tomorrow. Or Thursday. I'll tell you about it later.

Aggressive Expansion

There are some days that begin to get utterly chaotic. Things begin to pile up and people begin to get frazzled nerves. Then just when everyone thinks it can't get worse, some mundane event occurs during that timeframe that just seems to irk and rattle what little sanity people have left. It gets to the point where someone gets wound up so tight that one slight bump and they just go berserk. Of course, everyone reacts differently when someone hits their berserk button - but for the most part, it's explosive and usually violent in some way.

Today could've been one of those days - I had to deal with a very fun and educational trip to the Department of Motor Vehicles. By "fun," I mean "rage-driven," and by "educational," I mean "The next time I'm going to wait in the damn DMV for an hour, I better make sure my 3DS is fully charged... or bring a book." Anyway, long story short: it sucked. Yay for the government wasting our lives and hard-earned money on trivial crap that shouldn't be worth how much the DMV charges us.

So I went to a friend's house afterwards for lunch, annoyed at how stupid the system was. We made sandwiches, and as I was eating, it seemed that the bread had been laced with acid. That, or I began to realize that my food was talking to me.

Before you start asking "Why the frak would someone spike a sandwich?" I'm going to say that there were no drugs present. There were also no chemicals or medical conditions involved with either the sandwich I was eating or with my friend's house. So how, you ask, did my food talk to me?

The answer is simple. It smiled at me. It smiled at me. It also said something while it did that:

"WHY SO SERIOUS!?"

Right then and there, I realized that today was going to be a decent day after all, despite how craptastic my oh-so-fabulous trip to the DMV was. So, I smiled a bit and went on my day as normal.

Hee. Ha. Hehe. Ha-ha. "And I thought my jokes were bad."

*clears throat* In all seriousness, though, I just happened to take a bite or two and put my sandwich down to talk with my friend. When I looked down to prep myself for another bite, I noticed this on my plate, and so I just had to take a picture to share with y'all. (Hey, at least I'm not going all Annoying Facebook Girl about it on Facebook. *le sigh*)

(Oh, and for those of you who were wondering what the hell kind of sammich that was: ham and pepperoni with a custom-made spread and dijon mustard.)

So, with the twist done, let's continue on with today's entry, shall we?

Super Dud

So most Americans today are plugging themselves out of reality today due to Super Bowl XLVI (for those of you who can't read Roman numerals, that's 46). Meanwhile, I'm going to be at work all night and miss the game.

To be honest, I don't mind at all. I never was one to enjoy sports (save for the occasional hockey game, the 2001 Major League Baseball season, and a good game of dodgeball), and as such, I could care less what happens tonight over at Indianapolis. I could care less for the Giants or the Patriots. I could also care less for watching the multi-million dollar commercials as well (they're just going to show up on YouTube by tomorrow, anyway).

I go in at 1500. Kickoff is apparently going to be at 1830 EST (which translates to 1530 PST), which means for the next two-point-five hours after that, the store will be empty. If anything, this means that it's going to be more than empty - it's going to be dead. Not "Wednesday night" dead or "zombie apocalypse" dead - more like "Wait, humans still exist!?" dead. The only guest interactions I'll get are from:

• other people who're apathetic about Super Bowl XLVI
• drunks
• foreign tourists
• people rushing in for last-second Super Bowl party supplies

So, I'm just going to be at work, enjoying the fact that I'm making some money instead of wasting time watching two East Coast teams most Californians could care less about duke it out on a field that also isn't in the East Coast.

Of course, I obviously don't speak for everyone here in California, so to those of you spending time to watch the Super Bowl: have fun with that.

Four Zero Zero

Give me a four. Give me a zero. Give me a second zero. What do we have?

THIS ENTRY! *throws confetti*

Build The Force

Nothing like a day off to rejuvenate the senses and spend doing nothing really cool in a manner that sounds cool nonetheless. In one hand, I have mysticism - in the other, creativity. Put them together and you create a great portion of my childhood.

In other words: Star Wars marathon and Lego hijinks. And yes; the original trilogy. Whee! I'll talk to y'all tomorrow. *goes back to the awesome*

Money, Dear Boy

So it's a Thursday, and for the first time in what seems like ages, I'm working on it.

No, no - don't get that confused with "I took a shift for somebody." Don't also get that confused with "I got called in and said 'yes' on my day off." I was scheduled to work. This seems weird for any of my work friends and anyone here who has my "schedule" memorized down to a "T," as I usually have the day off.

Ah, well. I needs the monies!

Almost Forgot This Day

Yeah. Between hanging out with friends and work, I almost forgot about making a post for today. That would have been a very bad way to start off February, now, wouldn't it?

Here's what I think: it would've been VERY bad, indeed.

Well, I must go off. Work's calling me yet again. Yaaaaay.