Tired

I'm not sure for the reason, but I'm tired. I'm very tired. I just got a kick out of reading Sean and Richard's comments about my last blog. I'm glad it'll take a lot to bring Sean down, and I'm still not sure about the whole promotion thing. No word yet to me. Jeremy is getting kind of jumpy because he needs to know what he's going to do without me. Damn I'm so tired.

I bought a pair of pants the other day. Of course, no one had my size, so I had to get them hemmed. They do it for free at the Buckle, when you buy there jeans. Anyway, they hemmed them a little too short. I like them, they just feel like highwaters. I know I'm a little old to be self-conscious about my looks, but I'm just concerned that they look terrible. They also feel a little weird. I wonder if they can add a little more fabric and make them just a hair longer, that's all I need.

Now that Rodney has paved the way for easy pictures on the blogs, I might start putting some of our random cat pictures. I know you all are dying to know what Link and Gracie are up to.

Well, I'm tired, as I've said before. I'm going to go to bed. Nothing happened today. It was kind of slow all together. I have the next two days off, so if anyone wants to come see me or me come see them, just give me a holler and I'll be on my way or waiting for you. Talk to you all later.

Sunday and Me

You all have no idea how good it makes me feel when you comment on my blogs. First of all, thank you Meagan and Rodney for giving me inspiration in my last blog. Anyway, I want to apologize to anyone who might have missed me at the game night yesterday. I wanted to go, but I haven't been able to figure out the whole teleportation thing yet. When I do, you all will be the first to know. Mainly because I'll be arrested for teleporting to the White House or to Stephen King's house. I guess you all won't be the first to know, but if you watch the news, I'm sure they'll say something about the insane-genius who visited his favorite writer and the President in one afternoon!

So, my vacation is hanging in the balance. Apparently, I'm going to be the Store Manager for the Midwest City Gamestop, but my District Manager, Dustin, has said nothing to me. My manager, Jeremy, has said that Dustin called him and asked him if it would put him in a bind if I left. So, I guess that means he's thought about it. Next, the current manager of the Midwest City Gamestop, Don, has asked me to take the store. He's also asked the staff of Midwest City and several customers, that apparently know me by name, if they wanted me back. I think they said yes. So, now, the question is, when will I go? I want to go soon, because a manager's salary is good. Also, I want to get in there so I can see if my Assistant Manager would be able to handle the store for a week alone, because I want to go to Louisiana. I guess I could push it back but Richard has already asked off. I really don't want to break this off, but I can't skip the manager position. I need it to pay off school.

Sheena is leaving me with Tabitha for a week. They are going to Nebraska. I could use some company up here, so if anyone wants to come spend the night, I'll let you sleep in the Tempurpedic bed. Oh, I also wanted to ask if anyone wanted to see War of the Worlds on Wednesday? It looks pretty good and I haven't seen a new movie since Batman Begins.

Sunday wasn't so busy today. One of my employees has anger issues with his ex-wife, but don't we all. We weren't busy until the last five minutes of work. It kinda sucked. Oh well, nothing I can do about the idiots that come in near closing after they've been calling all day and asking my fucking hours! Nope, nothing I can do. Maybe I can sick the aliens on them, give all those bastards headaches, not me!

Real quick, Conker: Live and Reloaded is one of the most vile games I've ever played, I love it!

I was in a war last night. I can't remember the specifics, but I was in a war and it was anything but fun. I believe I had to watch Sean die, but I'm not sure. Don't die on me Sean!

More communications and Zags!

By popular demand, the Aliens have come back to speak with me. They left a big "Fuck You" in my head. It's just as well, I'm going to kill them one day, all of them. I'm going to do it by making their heads explode. I know it's been done before, but they really deserve it. In fact, the headache hasn't gone away yet, i've been up for almost all day and I'm still in pain. Die Alien scum.

Speaking of Aliens, I checked out the new Destroy All Humans game on Xbox. I'm enjoying it a lot. The graphics are nice but a little chopy at times, but after all, I am destroying tons of objects on screen at one time, I can't expect the Xbox to render all of that with perfect precision. The game is just too much fun. I love killing a bunch of humans and hearing a lot of conspiracy stuff. It's almost like Grand Theft Auto: Aliens. There isn't as much open ground though, that's pretty much the only difference, oh and you can't hijack other vehicles. I suppose that is the real purpose of GTA, but who's counting? ARE YOU?

Zags. They were the name of a fictional civilization that I created in my Uncle Joey's sawdust. Apparently, the Zags ate sawdust and my Uncle was their King because he fed them. Don't ask me why, I was a creative kid. Anyway, I took my dad out to eat today and at the resturaunt, they had this candy bar called the "Zagnut", which is what my Uncle use to call me when I would start talking about the noble Zags. Don't ask me how they became noble, I'm a creative person. So, I bought the candy bar and I'm going to bring it to my Uncle when I go on my trip.

As I said, I took my dad out to lunch today. I don't know what came over me, but after hearing that Richard was going out to dinner with his folks, I decided I should take my dad out to lunch for Father's day since I didn't get him anything. We went to an old resturaunt that was actually pretty nice. We ate and no arguing insued. I was happy. The only thing that bothers me is that nothing I say is funny to him. He only laughs at things that he says. I try to be myself, but nothing I ever say is funny to him. That actually makes me feel pretty bad. I'm worried that he'll die and never actually know me. I'm sure he still thinks I'm a failure and that I'll never achieve anything. I don't know why it bothers me all of the sudden, but it does.

My Paw Paw is coming up to Oklahoma. On his way up here, he ran into a divider on the highway. I'm worried that he can't see or something. I going to call my parents and see if he has made it yet. Depending on how bad the wreck was, we might have to bring him back with us to Louisiana. I don't mind my Paw Paw, but I don't think he would be the best rider on a trip. He's just so use to driving, I think it might be hard for him. Who knows, maybe he didn't really wreck. Maybe he just his a curb and the Aliens told him that he was in a 12 car pile-up. By the way, these are the same Aliens that are fucking with my head. Will they ever leave my lineage alone?!

Ghostmonkies!

I had a couple of dreams last night, and one this morning while I was awake. The first one is pretty sketchy. I think it was a continuation of my "Chosen One" story. You know, the one where I die and am then waiting in a long line for hell and I choose a rune which is engraved on my chest by an invisible tattoo pen and then am sent to kill serial killers on Earth. Yeah, well, I dreamed a little bit about the "Council" that decides who goes to "Heaven" or "Hell". Well, I think they were once good honest people, but now they are corrupt with the power of peoples' fate, just like Richard suggested. Also, there is one person on this council that isn't totally bad. She is the one who picks a few people every crop to fight "evil" on Earth. She picked me because of my wild imagination, who could believe that? Well, they sent me on another killing quest. This time, I was thrown into a pool. You all know that scared the shit out of me. I was freaking out and someone saved me. They pulled me out and were looking at my rune marking on my chest when I came to. I said thank you and then ran looking for something terrible, but it was in the middle of the day. It was an apartment complex. I ran around for a second and didn't see anything. I thought maybe I was free, but then some car pulled around the corner going too fast and ran into me. Thankfully, I landed on the hood with minimal damage and I looked at the drivers. This guy was screaming at me to get off his hood and then he pulled a gun. I then realized that the police were following him. He tried to get me off his windshield, but he couldn't aim and shoot at the same time and ended up blowing holes in his roof. I was freaking out because this guy couldn't see and I didn't know what to do. I tried kicking the windshield but that did nothing. The guy made the mistake of sticking his head out of the car and tried to shoot me. Just then, we went over a speed bump. A few seconds later, the cops went over it too and then the guys head kinda blew up. The cop following us was trying to shoot out the tires and when he went over the bump, he accidently hit the guy in the back of his head with a bullet. I was kinda dumbfounded because I had never seen a guy's head get blown away. I then turned to look where the car was careening off to and It was heading straight for a brick wall. I screamed and then was transported back to "Hell". The guy who saved me at the pool grabed me and told me that if he ever had to go back to Earth to save my ass again, he would kill me. He then threw me into my cell and I fell asleep. Back on Earth, the car had run into a Post Office. I don't know the significance, but there is probably one. That dream ended.

My second dream wasn't so action packed. It has to do with the title of this blog. Yes, there were Ghostmonkies running around in my dreams. For some reason, I had moved into a house that was haunted. No excuse, just did it. Anyway, I was trying to sleep and I kept hearing these noises. It came from the kitchen. I went in there and my pots and pans were flying everywhere. I was like "WTF?" and then a big pile of Ghostmonky ectoplasm was thrown at me. A lot more followed, and I was like, "Oh shit, I've got Ghostmonkies in my house." Then I started to try to live with them, but they didn't make life easy. They kept grabbing my toothbrush in the morning, they pissed in my shoes, they ate my lunch and worst of all they slit my tires. They also started to sleep in my bed with me. They always took the covers. Finally, I moved out, but before I left, I put a big sign on the house that said, "BEWARE OF GHOSTMONKIES." I think a Ghostgorrilla followed me home because it kept trying to talk to me in sign language, that's when I woke up.

The last dream wasn't really a dream. I woke up and went to the bathroom. While I was trying to wake up, the black letters kept clouding my vision. I thought it would be a cool story is someone woke up one morning and they had Japanese characters floating in front of there eyes. But they didn't go away with blinking. He then would realize that somehow, these characters were tatooed on his eyes. This would make him crazy because he couldn't see much and when he tried to call someone to help, he couldn't read the phone book. So finally somone would come over to his house when he didn't go to work and they would be freaked out because he's got Japanese characters tatooed on his eyes. His friend would try to find someone who knew Japanese language and lore. The guy would come over and try to read the words but it was hard and only the I could read it because it was tatooed on my eyes. The wierd Japanese guy would then try to kill me because of this old legend that said this would happen, but I'm not Japanese and this should only happen to a desendent of a Samurai. The legend tells that the one given "the words that block out sight" would one day save the world. I would have to learn to fight like a Samurai, read like a Samurai, and then I would be able to save the world. When I had finally trained long enough, and learned Japanese by brail and spoken word. I read what was written upon my eyes. I don't know what it said yet, but what a great exposition huh?

Please tell me which one you all like better. My mind is so full of crap, it needs to be rated.

So we meet again, Sunday

I was very busy at work today. We just had a lot of customers. Also, one of my employees decided not to come in and work. He later called in sick, but what good does that do? Shouldn't he have called before? I got someone else to come in and I'm glad I did. The employee that was scheduled would have collapsed with the weight of the Twin Towers had he come in. Was that too soon? Oh well, I need to be more edgey with my jokes. Not really. I just couldn't think of anything else that falls down with a lot of force. I had these three Asian guys keep coming in and buying stuff and then returning it and then buying something else, then trying to get a discount out of me. It got pretty annoying the 5th time. Also, one of my employees that did show up, acted like he couldn't do a damn thing. I'm so ready for my vacation. Just a month away.

So it was Father's Day today. Who spent time with there father? I didn't. In fact, I only called him for a moment. I spent close to 2 hours with my Uncle Joey on the phone though. I guess I think of him more as my Father than David. For those of you lucky enough to know them both, I'm sure you'll understand.

The Family Guy and American Dad were great today. I think they keep getting better and better. How many episodes are in the normal Family Guy season? I should go look on my DVD's but I won't. I'm sitting down.

Oh and by the way, Sheena tried to break my ankle earlier. I was sitting on the couch Indian Style and she sat down on me with her leg right down on my ankle. That hurt! It's still kind of sore, but I'll get over it.

You should always know the difference between right and wrong. You'll probably choose wrong, but hey, at least you know what you're doing.

I've come to believe that Half-Life 2 is one of the greatest experiences in gaming. I absolutely love that game. It's just so much fun. It's also scary, difficult, and thrilling. I really want to play it now, but I'll have to wait a few moments. I've also been thinking about how much fun I had at that Gaming Center and I think that I really want to start playing Halo 2 online or a lot more multiplayer. I'm going to try to play it with Sheena, but I don't know how much fun it will be. I need to get down to Norman more and practice. Well, I don't have anything else to say. You will rue the day you crossed me Sunday!

P.S.
When did I start hating Sunday? I need to write a story where the bad guy is Sunday. I think that would be funny.

Actually a good morning

This morning I woke up very refreshed and happy. Not that I don't usually have good mornings, this one was just surprisingly good because I got so little sleep. Anyway, the party was very fun and thank you to everyone who came. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. I'm only sorry that Rodney couldn't come down off of Olympus and join the lonely mortals, we would have liked to been graced by the Rodney, but we understand how impossible that is. I think that was one of our best parties we've thrown. You all can agree or not and then recommend things we could do better. I've got enough food to last me the rest of my life I think. That is if Sheena doesn't get to it first. The biggest surprise of the evening goes to Sean bringing a very pretty and enjoyable young lady to the party. Not saying that Sean couldn't do that, it's just that he's got no balls. I had to share mine with him to get him to ask her to come. Oh well, maybe when the relationships in Norman no longer need Batman, I'll become wild-mannered Alex English again once more.

Link is driving me crazy. He keeps doing something but stops before I get to him. It's not like I can yell at him when I don't know what he's doing! I know he's doing something though, and I don't like it.

There's nothing more for me to post today. I guess I just know all of you were at the party, so you all know what happened. So, have a wonderful Saturday.

Not Happy

I had another communication last night from the aliens. I'm struggling not to vomit right now. OK, first off, I need to apologize for my better half last night. She was being way out of line with Sean and Richard. You guys offered to keep us up when the weather was bad and Sean even gave up his bed for her. She just asked me to stop typeing. So, I will just so I don't get yelled at. I am not happy right now.

I'm a Smooth Criminal

I had an interesting night last night. For you all who know me, this is about as wierd as it gets, and I kid you not, this is all the truth.

I got off work at about 9:45 PM last night. I went to an Albertson's gas station on the corner of MacCarther and NW Expressway. I pumped gas while talking to Sheena on the cell phone then I parked my car IN FRONT OF THE GAS STATION. I went inside and went straight to the bathroom because I had to go really bad. I won't alleviate on what I was doing in there, but I'll tell you it didn't take me 5 minutes to play backgammon with the toilet. Anyway, when I was done, I washed my hands and then opened the door. Actually, I tried to open the door. It was fricken locked! I didn't know what had happened so I shoved real hard against the door and broke something. Apparently, they put a 50+ year old lock on the door that was rusted and it broke the plate where it was attached to the door. I came out to see it very dark and 2 cameras immediately point in my direction. Then the alarm went off. I don't know about all of you, but I have never been inside a closed business and had the alarm go off. It makes you feel like you are an evil thief, even if you were just locked in the bathroom as the attendent left the store. Well, the alarm went off and I skated to the front door and tried that too, locked! Thankfully, the attendent was just a few feet away from the store and immediately turned around. He gave me this "How did you get in there?" look and I was thinking, "How the hell do you think I got in here? You locked me in!" I yelled for him to let me out, and it's surprising how a person in a suppossed closed and locked store can affect your ability to operate keys. I got out of there and he was telling me he was sorry and that he didn't see me come in. I was glad, because had he done this on purpose, there would have been hell to pay.

Anyway, it's Sheena's birthday today, she's 21! Oh, and by the way, her boss gave her the best birthday gift ever, she fired her. That's all I'm saying, don't mention it tomorrow.

In other news, I actually am a little sorry that I printed my movie review for Batman Begins and Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I'm sorry Sean, I didn't mean to annoy you. That is the last thing I want my blog to be doing. I'm doing this to entertain, not to annoy. I'll try not to do a movie review again.

No crazy dreams last night. Sorry to dissappoint anyone, mainly Richard.

We're going to go run some errands and have some fun hopefully. I'll talk to you all later.

Reinventing a Legend

There are very few movies, books, graphic novels, or people that could reinvent a legend on the scale of the Batman mythos, but that's just what Christopher Nolan, director of Batman Begins did. To say that Batman Begins was good is an understatment. That movie blew every expectation away for me. I'm a huge Batman fan and it delivered in so many ways that I almost cried in some parts. I'm going to go ahead and say that Batman Begins was more thrilling, entertaining, and emotional than Star Wars Episode III. Now, if someone had made that comment a day ago, I don't think I could have believed them, but since I'm making that comment, I'm going to have to believe it! I guess I was just expecting too much from Star Wars, and in a lot of ways it fulfilled my expectations, but I just wasn't very thrilled. I was only emotionally moved at the end of Episode III, but in Batman, there was only a few times when I wasn't on the verge of tears or laughing my ass off, and those were the times that my ass was being kicked by the unending action. Batman Begins did something that the other movies didn't do, they established more of a base for the character. Showing how everything got started was brilliant. The suit, the car, the cape, the cowl, the training, and finally the mind. All of that was explained in satisfying detail. There were a couple of things that buzzed on my mind, but they were not as bad as the dialogue in Star Wars. They could have used some sound editing in some parts, for those of you who haven't seen it, you'll know immediately when that problem comes up. As I said before, they reinvented the Dark Knight. He was still the one we all remember, dark, brooding, and cool, but Christopher Nolan went much deeper and added visible fear and hatred to the character. This worked well. There were a couple of plot holes from the original comics or graphic novels, but you'd probably have to be a Batman nerd like myself to recognize them. This movie was loosely based on the popular graphic novel, Batman: Year One. There were several key points that paralled the movie and the graphic novel, like the ending. I have a lot of Batman graphic novels if anyone wants to borrow them. Overall, I think Batman begins is my favorite superhero movie that I've ever seen. Yes I thought it was better than Spider-Man 2. I'm going to beg whatever god rules Hollywood for another one. Everyone should see this movie, and I have a feeling it will make a killing at the box office. That is my offical word on Batman Begins.

In other news, I am glad my blog brings smiles to peoples faces. I love doing that. It makes me feel very good. I also feel more connected to you all again. I think this is the best thing I could have done. For that I thank Rodney for encouraging me to make this thing. Well, I'm hungry so I'm going to get some lunch then start getting ready for work. I didn't actually have any crazy dreams or thoughts. I'm pretty sure I discussed one with Richard last night, but I don't remember what it was. Oh well, hope you all enjoy Batman when you get to see it. I know I sure as hell did.

Na na na na na na na Batman!

Today is the day! Batman Begins comes out tonight! Can you all tell I'm excited? I don't think you can. Well, this morning was interesting because I was waken up at 7:30 by none other that Sean Cummings. For all of you out there in TV land, this is an amazing feat. Sean up before noon? What is going on here. We must be in some wierd time loop again. He came and picked up my old box springs because his was broken. That's about all I did this morning. I also watched the first disc of Magical Shopping Arcade Abenobashi. It's a really messed up anime that I'm loving. By the way, if anyone hasn't seen it yet, you should watch Samurai Champloo on Adult Swim. I'm not watching it there because I prefer to spend lots and lots of money on box sets. I also recommend Fullmetal Alchemist and Neon Genesis Evangelion. The last one is one of the most fucked up animes I've ever seen. It also has the power to depress anyone who watches it.

In other news, Sheena's birthday party is fast approaching and we've switched cake designs three times. Now Tabitha is making it for her. It seems a lot of her presents are coming from food, Kyle is making her some crazy cool dip, Tabitha is making her a cake, and I'm buying her an imense amout of wings to devour. My wife is so small, it's hard to imagine that she eats all that. Whatever I eat sticks on me like a parasite. I've got to get her gifts here soon. She's already scrapped one gift idea for her, so I'll have to find others.

Well, I had another wierd dream last night. I'm glad I started writing this stuff down, I have a lot more than I like to admit. It started out that I became friends with some random guy at a fast food establishment. For some reason, some bully was out for his blood. You all know that I hate bullies with a passion and I was going to teach this one a lesson. Anyway, this guy at the fast food resturant had a little gang that I led. We came into contact with the bully and he did something and then ran away. I then took the gang to where the bully's girlfriend lived and we beat the living snot out of her. I have no idea, but I think we were trying to get information. That makes no sense, I don't hit girls, but this one was a bitch and I felt complelled to do so. Anyway, we then reported back to the guy at the fast food place. His gang told him I was out of control and needed to be stopped. I killed them and then fucked the fast food shop up. I went and found the bully, killed him by breaking his legs and then pushing him in a lake. I went back to the guy at the fast food resturant and he claimed that he had made me this psycho killer and I was to do his bidding for forever. Real Emperor-Vader stuff. Sean then called and all my evil deeds went away. I suggest people should read my other posts, because this dream was kind of messed up.

Can't wait for Batman tonight!

Hotels

When I was a kid, if my family had to book a hotel or for some strange reason we had to stop at one overnight during a trip, there was no problem getting one. This morning, I started looking for the place where Richard, Sheena and I would stay when we went to Louisiana and I'm glad I started today, because if I hadn't, we wouldn't have gotten anything. The trip is still a month out and everything is booked solid. Except for one place: Motel 6. I booked with Orbitz, it was actually pretty easy. The Motel 6 doesn't always have the best reputation. Just as long as we bring our own towels and stuff, I think we'll be ok.

Anyway, I'm talking to Tabitha online right now and she just gave me a great idea. I was talking to her and all of the sudden she logged out. When she logged out a few moments later, I asked her where she went and she said, "I pushed the wrong button and disappeared." I responded with, "that could be a problem in real life." And I thought, what if there was an accidental kill button? And everyone had them. Maybe you were involved in some kind of kinky sex and accidentily pressed your partner's "kill button" and they up and died on you? Wouldn't that kind of kill the mood?

I love this stuff

I have decided that the blogs of my friends are golden. I feel like I am still connected with you guys. All except Sean. I didn't know about this girl he's interested in until a little while ago when I read his blog. And there was no mention of her when we went and saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith. This is kinda hard for me because for many years I was the first to know things of this nature from Sean or any of my friends down in Norman. It almost makes me want to pack up here and move down there as soon as possible. But that would be silly. I work in the city and the drive is long enough. But to be able to be close to my firends again, I think it would be worth it. Anyway, the tornadoes didn't get me, but seeing as I haven't watched any news today yet, I'm thinking they got something around me, if there was an actual tornadoe. All that I can tell you is that they interupted Family Guy quite nice. I don't know about you all, but I thought Family Guy was a little risque yesterday. I loved it though. It just occurred to me during the episode that I had actually asked my uncle to watch it down in Louisianna. He has a good sense of humor, but I don't think seeing the dirtier side of Family Guy would win his heart over for it.

More crazy talk:
I had a dream last night. Let me try to piece it together. Some kids were hanging out together at a park. Some were on bikes and other skateboards. One of them got in a car and drove it backwards really fast. He had intended to set it into backward motion then jump out of it, but the car got going too fast in reverse so he just ended up taking the ride. The car's dash board seemed a lot like mine. Oh well, anyway, after the car crashed, the kid went back home and he passed a Horror Movie Boutique. I figured the store could be in another story of mine maybe later. He passed a flea market and some other stuff. Maybe this will be like my Derry, Maine. I don't know what I'll call the town though. If anyone has ideas, throw them at me. Anyway, he got back to his friends but they were all gone and grown up. That was the interesting part. Everyone grew up while he was on this five mile trek. That's where I woke up.

By the way, the ghost story I thought of yesterday kinda faded over the Sunday Shift. But I think the premise was something like this:

A family looses the mother to a dreadful hit and run. In fact, she's hit going to the mailbox. The daughter is about to run out to her and that's when a drunk driver going through their neighborhood runs her over, mailbox and all. The driver also gets what's coming to him when he wrecked and was not wearing a seatbelt. He crashes into the next door neighbor's house and a pair of gardening shears are flung from the garage and impales him. (Jeeze, I said I didn't remember details!) Anyway, the two ghosts, the mother and her killer are left at the scene of the accident. One of the ghosts is trying to kill the family. I kept seeing gardening shears walk up a pair of stairs with an invisible hand holding them. Anyway, I wanted it to go that the father starts to investigate into his wife's murky past. He finds out that she was actually a serial killer that did whole families, except the father, she always left the father to stew in debt and the pain. The father usually got blamed for the murder too, seeing as how she would find another woman to kill and insert in her place. Anyway, the drunk driver would be one of the used fathers who had just got out of jail and had nothing to live for. Now he's trying to stop the serial killer woman and redeem himself. It would go something like that. Wow, I got more involved in that than I thought I would.

See, I really love this stuff!

They're coming to get me

The aliens have learned that I have learned about the headache communication method and they're trying to get me with tornadoes. Apparently Edmond is not a safe place to be right now. Wow, these Sundays just get better and better.

Sunday Shifts

I don't like working on Sundays. In fact it has become one of the things I hate most. Not that I hate working at all, but the Sunday shift is not fun. It use to be when I was at the Midwest City store. We would just go to El Chico and grab some queso and munch on that all day long. But at the NW Expressway store, we don't have an El Chico around. That makes it harder to procure queso, so I don't. Anyway, it is a normal shift, 8 hours long, and it's not always busy, but it still feels like it drags ass. I find myself waiting for 5 o'clock when I can start doing my manager stuff. After my Saturday afternoon shift, I always dread the next day, thinking of the Sunday shift, but in reality, the shift is not so bad. What else would I be doing on Sunday? I don't go to church, the shift ends in time for me to be home for the Simpsons and Family Guy, so why does this day and shift bother me? I'll give one million blogger bucks to the first person that can tell me that and why peanut butter and cream cheeze don't go together. Yuck!

I had some crazy dreams about ghosts last night. It's not too clear right now, so I'll develope it over the couse of today and report on it tonight. For now it is off to work for me.

Mattress Review

Ok, my first night on the Tempurpedic mattress was interesting. I slept like the dead for a whole 10 hours! Can you believe that? I'm usually only clocking 6-8 hours and that is without an alarm. It was very wierd last night to wake up and not feel Sheena. The mattress doesn't shift movement at all. We even tried the stupid infomercial tricks like putting a glass on the bed and running around on it or me lying down and Sheena bouncing on the bed. The glass didn't fall and I only slightly felt her bouncing around like a madman. There were some interesting side effects to the mattress though. First, if I hadn't set my alarm this morning, I probably would still be in bed. Second, I actually had a little bit of back pain this morning. I don't know if it was just my back readjusting itself or what, but I've had more pleasent experiences. And finally, the mattress has a very strange smell to it right now. I can't put my finger on it, but I would have to liken it to the new book smell with vinegar. So, overall I give the Tempurpedic mattress my stamp of approval. Now all of you can go and spend a lot of money to enjoy the same confort.

In other news:
Sheena is about to turn 21 this Thursday. She's about a month older than me. That's cool. I'm planning on having a party for her on Friday at 7 o'clock. If we're still stuck in that time shift, it'll be at 9 o'clock, but I think we've taken care of all the wierd time anomolies.

I want a cause. Everyone wants to save something, like the Whales, the Lemurs, or the African Dung Beetle. I want to save something very strange. So, I'm going to find the wierdest looking endangered being and then save it. You all will be welcomed to save the species with me. Maybe we'll have it mate and then video tape it. A video tape of an endangered species getting it on would probably sell for a lot.

Well, I'm going to go for now. If anyone wants to call me, I love to hear from you people. I'm stuck way the hell up in Edmond for now. I miss you guys.

Bad Delivery Guys and Great Movies

As I mentioned earlier, we're getting our Tempurpedic bed tonight, no thanks to the delivery guys. I was in the movie, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which will be discussed later, when I noticed that I had 3 Missed Calls, but no messages. They were calling me to tell me that I was not home for my delivery and I was shit out of luck. They didn't deam this worthy of leaving me a message, I had to call them to find this out. For those of you who already don't know the mattress delivery was suppossed to be last Sunday. They couldn't get it here then, and the delivery was rescheduled for today from 7-10. Well, I was at the movie from 4:15 to 6:30 and that's when I was called about missing my delivery. I don't usually write test questions, but here is one for you all: If the delivery is expected between 7 and 10, why was I called from 4:15 to 6:30 and told that I missed the delivery? Don't know the answer? Neither do I. I'm going to make one up though. Sometime today, time shifted a few hours. When I thought that it was 5, it was actually 8. So, while the rest of the world went about their normal day, the people watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith at Regal Crossroads Cinema, row 8, seats 13-15, were actually caught in some kind of time portal. There are a few unanswered questions. Like, if we were stuck in the time portal, how come our time shifted back when the movie was over, or at least when I recieved those calls from the delivery guys? Or this one, how were we watching the movie in real time if we were being shifted by a matter of hours? To these questions, I have no answer. I am "Communicating" with the aliens now to maybe find the answers. (That means I'm having a headache for those of you who didn't read this mornings blog.) Anyway, lets go on to a nicer part of this afternoons blog, a kick ass movie review:

The first time I saw preview for Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I figured it would be a good show. I did not expect it to be one of the coolest action flicks I've seen in a long time. But what else do you expect by putting two beautiful and cool people together in one movie. Brad Pitt was wonderful. I've amired his work for awhile, mainly since I've seen 12 Monkeys. Angelina Jolie though, if we ignor her movie career and focus on the fact that she is hott, we're ok. I just looked at her movie career and I only saw a couple of movies that she was in that I actually liked (Bone Collector and Gone in 60 Seconds), which had Denzel Washington and Nicholas Cage in them respectively. I like both of those actors. Anyway, if anyone has seen True Lies, I know will love this movie. The blend of the comedy and action was seemless. I recommend this movie to anyone and everyone. I'm sure anyone reading this is probably already going to see it soon anyway. And just for the record, I would do them both.

Migranes

I woke up at about 3 AM with a headache this morning. I kept thinking about Xbox 360 launch titles, mainly Gears of War, and how people could reserve them on Gamestop.com. I guess dreaming of this repeatedly gave me a headache. It also could have been my cat, Link, massaging my brain and coaxing the migrane to come forth like an evil witch doctor, but I think it was just the reoccuring thought that did it, although Link would do something like that. Anyway, I woke up and was able to stumble to the bathroom and take some medicine. I got to sleep a little after that, but not after remembering one of my favorite movies, The Butterfly Effect. I loved that movie, and for once I didn't see Aston Kutcher as a bumbling idiot. Anyway, I was thinking, what if headaches are a way for the aliens to communicate with us, or maybe "God". Could it be that they are on another plane of existence and when they try to communicate with us, it hurts our puny human minds, but they still try repeatedly. Maybe they are there to warn us of some impending doom, or maybe they are the impending doom and they like to torture us. What ever the case, If they are trying to communicate with me in friendly terms, then they're not doing a good job and need to find a better way because I am getting pissed off. I get too many migranes, sinus headaches, and tension headaches. So, I didn't sleep that well last night. And from now on, when I have a headache, I will refer to it as "Communication". Just so everyone knows and I have something similar to combat that getting a hair cut is a lot like "Scuba diving". Anyway, I didn't get a good nights sleep last night, but I think I will today. Sheena and I are getting our Tempurpedic bed tonight. I'm excited about that. They've already pushed the delivery back since Sunday, so I'm ready for this new mattress. Sheena and I lifted the other one and it's falling apart. So, tonight, I will sleep well, unless I recieve another "Communication" from our brothers and sisters in the sky.

Sheena and I just went house hunting. I'm not sure why, but it was fun. I enjoyed myself, but houses are expensive. And it just seems that all of them are beautiful and ready for the picking. I don't know anyone who has $28,000 to put on a down payment for a house. That's what they're asking these days for a downpayment. And that's only 20% of a $140,000 home. Maybe if we could just get into a house and continue to pay, like rent, without closing costs or a huge ass down payment, we'd be find, but that probably won't happen. We checked on those forclosed houses, but we went to one, and a man answered and I asked him if the house was for sale, there were no signs of it being for sale, and his response was "No, and fuck off!!" I shit you all not. He told me to "Fuck Off". That led me to believe that his house was indeed for sale, but he had no control over that fact. Anyway, I'm hoping to go see a movie with Sean and Sheena later today. I hope he'll wake up soon so we can do stuff before the movie.

Biting into another fad

I have no idea how this is going to look, but I'm going to try a couple of things first. I know that this Blog thing is just another mindnumbing fad that I'm going headfirst into, but I think this will be fun, provided anyone reads this. Anyway, I think this will be the way that I can finally write down all of my crazy ideas I've been having for most of my life. I don't even have to worry about how well I can write the ideas, I'll just type them down here and then they won't be forgotten. That'll be a good thing. Now, lets talk news! Today was rather boring and my numbers sucked at work. This is not good because my new District Manager at Gamestop is all about the numbers and if I'm not performing, there goes my chance to be a Store Manager and then a lot of other crap will follow. Second, Sheena's boss is getting mad at her because she is asking off for another week this summer, even though, she won't be needing her to work next week at all. She said that she is saving money and not having her work, so my question is: Why does she fucking care if Sheena is off for another week later this summer? I guess she just doesn't see the irony of it all. I think that should be enough for today, but I think I can edit this thing if I want to. Goodnight all you happy people.

Do you all think the name "GhostMaster" really suits me? does it make me look fat? I couldn't think of anything better. Rodney suggested GameMaster, but I don't think I deserve that title. I must say, I should use this for intended purposes, but not tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll write down a half-baked idea. Oh, by the way, BATMAN BEGINS is coming out really soon, I can't wait for it. I wanted to put a kick ass picture of Batman but it's too complitcated. See you all later.