The One AM Ramblings

What it do? Okay, so I WAS originally supposed to start this at 1AM, but, me being me, I procrastinated; turns out I'm so good at doing this, it doesn't even need to be restricted to schoolwork.

I'm in the mood for something I haven't done in a while - random, VERY early morning ramblings. Bullet points, ahoy! Very nice, how much?

• I decided to rearrange my SLAM issues, all 83 of them. They'd been left disorganised and randomised (GASP! Shock! Horror!) in the spare room, and my obsessive-compulsive side just couldn't bear to see them like that. They now reside happily arranged in chronological order underneath my desk. I'm somewhat proud of this collection; Fonz and I haven't missed an issue in about 7 or 8 years, and we've only missed 22 since it started way back in 1994. If we had just started collecting from the beginning, it'd be something worth selling later on. Oh well, guess that's what back issues and eBay are for.
  
• Speaking of rearranging, is it really sad or just a side effect of being extremely obsessive-compulsive that I've spent my last two Saturdays holed up in a room by myself, arranging and organising household items? I'm gonna go with, "it's really sad because it's a side effect of being extremely obsessive-compulsive." Oh well, beats having school; would much rather be bored than be stressed.
  
• All-star weekend in a week! Hooray! Note to self: must watch to see if Gilbert Arenas screams "HIBACHI!" after every shot during 3-point contest. Also: must bring vomit bag in anticipation of Slam Dunk Contest. Sigh.
  
• Valentine's Day this Wednesday. For everyone who's complaining about not having a date this year, just be thankful that you're not spending it the way I'm spending mine: with my driving instructor, and my testing officer, as I (hopefully, fingers, toes, and everything else crossable crossed) bluff my way to my Ps. Not enough stressing, too much being prepared. Good times!
  
• Speaking of getting my Ps, I'm still not allowed to have my own car. Apparently, I have to wait until I'm actually a "capable driver." Like cheating the hours on my log book was my idea? (Although, I AM very much all for it. It's about working SMART, not working HARD.) Oh well, that's what birthdays are for, right?
  
• New font colour, right? Apparently, bright red against a black background is painful to read. And even AFTER I change to grey and black, there are STILL complaints from SOME people (okay, one person). And people say I'M difficult to deal with. Pssh! You know who you are!
  
  ...You know I'm just kidding, right?
  
• Shopping list to prepare myself for Uni, seeing as Second Year is apparently, in the words of the bailiff from Deuce Bigalow, "A HUGE BITCH!" - new kicks (present by default); new Bloc Party album; The Wire on DVD; new shorts; new jeans (loose-and-narrows, baby!); FFXII (probably the last PS2 game I'll ever get); oh, and actual school supplies.
  
  Okay, so I only really need the school supplies, but doesn't mean I can't get the other stuff, right?
  
• Outlook for Uni: only four-and-a-half more months until July! And about nine-and-a-half until November! Hooray!
  
• Very much cherishing having the house to myself during these Holidays. Don't know for sure what it is about being home alone; maybe it's just knowing that the whole house becomes my own personal chilling pad for at least 2 hours a day (depending on what time I wake up) and I can do in it as I please. In saying that, I still wouldn't mind being out and about every once in a while, just to balance things out. But for now, no complaints.
  
• Does the guy in this clip remind people of a certain someone? According to my friends, it damn well should. Personally, I'd like to think I'm a lot less annoying, but hey, I does what I does, right?
  
• Oh, and does this guy look familiar, as well? Hooray! Not enough causing destruction in my own backyard!
  
• The kid is like...he's like a...have you ever seen a drunk baby? It's a long story involving my son, a rum cake, and a low counter. Suffice to say, it turns out that, at first, it's endearing to watch them bounce off of the walls but man, you take your eyes off them for one second, and bam! They got a bucket on their head, and they're plowing right through your brand-new flat-screen TV. God save me, it was barely out of the box. The point is, Newbie is my drunk baby.
  
  -- Dr. Percival Cox, who is now very high on my list of favourite TV show characters. Gems like this come hard and fast every episode and the bastard definitely deserves some hardware for his work. Golden Globe, anyone? Please?

Anywho, it's 4:16AM; when I find things to ramble about, I tend to get carried away. On that note, I think I best be off to bed. Here's hoping I get at least nine or ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

ADDENDUM: It's now 4:49AM. Fuck, too much my net working and letting me publish this entry. Oh, and too much being able to see the bullet points. And not enough having to fix up the emoticons. Good times.

ADDENDUM the 2nd: Fuck MySpace. I have a decidedly anti-MySpace stance, 'cause it's just such a waste! Populated by scene kids and such. It annoys me, to no end. Oh well.

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