Tingle is creepy.
I ate Mexican food for the first time Friday. I meant to write about it that night but after work I came home and fell asleep for a whole three hours. When I woke up I played a few levels in the new Tenchu game, which I recommend if you are like myself and Will and enjoy Tencu games. I went back to sleep after calling Tim and Will to remind them of that night’s Halo party.
The Mexican restaurant in question lies right next door to my place of employment. They have a lunch buffet until three so that was our restaurant of choice for the day. I enjoyed it quite a bit. I can’t for the life of me tell you what I ate at the buffet, except for a taco, but it was all really good. I also found our waitress, or whatever really because we had about four, to be quite attractive. I was telling my buddy Eli Saturday night that we needed to eat there again Tuesday mostly for the food, but also because of this newfound affection. He completely dashed my hopes though when he said I probably don’t have a chance because I am white and she is from Mexico. It seemed almost reasonable mostly so I could push her out of my mind and not dwell on my own ineptitudes.
Someone who has been totally harshing my mellow explained to me awhile ago that Mexican women are no good, but that makes little sense to me. The little it does make involves his own personal past experiences with Mexican women, but those are his experiences, not mine. I would enjoy eating there again sometime though.
So Halo night on Saturday. I really need to buy a digital camera of my own. I used my father’s for the longest time, but the lens broke. I teabagged a couple of people just because there television was within my eyesight and I just wanted to see what it would look like. I don’t think the team I was on won a game the entire night but that was ok. Normally I don’t like Halo or its lackluster sequel. But on this night I enjoyed both games immensely. I think that resides mostly in the company I was in though.
If I owned a digital camera and had the bandwidth here, I would have filmed as much as I could have Saturday night and took many, many, pictures of Ely and Tim drinking, typed up a retelling of the evening after not sleeping for two whole days, put it all in some constructed form, posted it here and called the entire thing an ode to the now late Hunter S. Thompson. Not that I particularly enjoyed his writing per se, but I respect what he did I guess. Doesn’t matter.
Instead of enjoying Halo, I was enjoying Timesplitters 2, on the Gamecube no less. I still stand by that today. I bought Halo 2 that Wednesday. My brother drove to EB with me to get it, and afterwards he rode with me to pick up a Modest Mouse cd and book for my mother. After all of that he called in a pizza, we went and picked it up, drove back to my house and proceeded to sit there and beat Halo 2 co-op in the next six hours. I was left with such a sour taste in my mouth and to this very day, the Live play still cannot relieve it. My brother on the other hand, is in my bedroom at this very moment playing Halo 2 on Live while I am sitting here smoking cigarettes writing this on a laptop.
Since he plays Halo 2 for around six hours a day, I consider myself lucky when I can play the new Tenchu at all. This has allowed me to fall in love with my Gameboy. I finally finished up Chain of Memories, completely, and found the time to beat The Minish Cap. It’s good. It’s real good. But not A Link to the Past good. And that shall be my three sentence review which will stand for all time.
I think I am going to sign off now and watch some college basketball until I fall asleep. I woke up this morning to the beauty of white snow that has now melted. I am looking forward to spring, but am going to miss winter when it gets here. That is why people say to live in the moment I guess.
The Mexican restaurant in question lies right next door to my place of employment. They have a lunch buffet until three so that was our restaurant of choice for the day. I enjoyed it quite a bit. I can’t for the life of me tell you what I ate at the buffet, except for a taco, but it was all really good. I also found our waitress, or whatever really because we had about four, to be quite attractive. I was telling my buddy Eli Saturday night that we needed to eat there again Tuesday mostly for the food, but also because of this newfound affection. He completely dashed my hopes though when he said I probably don’t have a chance because I am white and she is from Mexico. It seemed almost reasonable mostly so I could push her out of my mind and not dwell on my own ineptitudes.
Someone who has been totally harshing my mellow explained to me awhile ago that Mexican women are no good, but that makes little sense to me. The little it does make involves his own personal past experiences with Mexican women, but those are his experiences, not mine. I would enjoy eating there again sometime though.
So Halo night on Saturday. I really need to buy a digital camera of my own. I used my father’s for the longest time, but the lens broke. I teabagged a couple of people just because there television was within my eyesight and I just wanted to see what it would look like. I don’t think the team I was on won a game the entire night but that was ok. Normally I don’t like Halo or its lackluster sequel. But on this night I enjoyed both games immensely. I think that resides mostly in the company I was in though.
If I owned a digital camera and had the bandwidth here, I would have filmed as much as I could have Saturday night and took many, many, pictures of Ely and Tim drinking, typed up a retelling of the evening after not sleeping for two whole days, put it all in some constructed form, posted it here and called the entire thing an ode to the now late Hunter S. Thompson. Not that I particularly enjoyed his writing per se, but I respect what he did I guess. Doesn’t matter.
Instead of enjoying Halo, I was enjoying Timesplitters 2, on the Gamecube no less. I still stand by that today. I bought Halo 2 that Wednesday. My brother drove to EB with me to get it, and afterwards he rode with me to pick up a Modest Mouse cd and book for my mother. After all of that he called in a pizza, we went and picked it up, drove back to my house and proceeded to sit there and beat Halo 2 co-op in the next six hours. I was left with such a sour taste in my mouth and to this very day, the Live play still cannot relieve it. My brother on the other hand, is in my bedroom at this very moment playing Halo 2 on Live while I am sitting here smoking cigarettes writing this on a laptop.
Since he plays Halo 2 for around six hours a day, I consider myself lucky when I can play the new Tenchu at all. This has allowed me to fall in love with my Gameboy. I finally finished up Chain of Memories, completely, and found the time to beat The Minish Cap. It’s good. It’s real good. But not A Link to the Past good. And that shall be my three sentence review which will stand for all time.
I think I am going to sign off now and watch some college basketball until I fall asleep. I woke up this morning to the beauty of white snow that has now melted. I am looking forward to spring, but am going to miss winter when it gets here. That is why people say to live in the moment I guess.
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