That horrible, wretched, vile stench of some guy that hasn't slept, showered, or partaken in any cleansing activities in a longer than acceptable time, all the wile filling himself up with amounts of sodas stretching into the double digits, and cramming entire boxes of Cheeze-its and pizzas down his throat, WHILE staring at a standard sized monitor, remaining stationary for nearly a day at a time?

I got that smell, and DAMN, it feels good.

I probably wreak enough to kill a child with a weak tolerance to stench.  This unholy smell...  The stench that can only be achieved by a sleepless night of video gaming and shouting "DOUCHE BUCKET" to the guy video gaming next to you/behind you/across the room from you, etc.

Of course, I'm rather sleepy, and driving home with monstrously heavy eyelids isn't the easiest thing in the world.  Hell, I'm having trouble typing this up right now, seeing as a good sleep seems far more appealing than informing those whom are interested about a LAN party.  However, in order for it to be accurate, it MUST be while I cling on to the edge of consciousness.

Lots of CS and Gmod.  Some Warcraft 3 and Dawn of War, but mostly the first ones.  Also did a lot of surfing on 4chan and 7chan, and grabbed some neat new pictures to store away when a witty CS spray is needed.

MEMORABLE MOMENTS:
Getting half the room to DESU spam Rob until he shut down Steam.
Causing 2 power outages.
Shouting DOUCHE BUCKET for the first time, causing an eruption of soda/energy drink-fueld laughter
Car races in Gmod.  We were told to make any modifications to our cars that we wanted.  Someone added extra wheels, someone else added neon. I added Rocket Thrusters.
Killing countless people who stopped to stare at my "IT'S OK MA'AM.  WE'RE FROM THE INTERNET" spray.
and many many more memories that I'll treasure for at least a week.  Maybe even two!


-G.R.

That's right.

The Home Depot truck.

Weird story, actually.  After stuffing my face with a pair of burgers from local burger place Johnny B's, (No relation to my warhammer mastermind buddy Johnny Bohan) I headed home and got my stuff ready for work later on in the evening.  My dad needed my help with getting one of those lawn mower tractors over to the new property we're buying.  He thought we may be somewhat short on time, so he told me to get my stuff ready to go to minimize time spent at home.  When he arrives (about 15 minutes later than he had planned), he recommended that I bring my stuff with me in the car, just in case.  So, I grab my stuff, hop into his car with him (no need for me to take my own) and head off to Home Depot to pick it up.  We get there, and discover that the truck is gonna be a while before it gets back. (because, for some reason, the only Home Depot in a rather long way has only ONE truck.)  So, we wait.  And wait.  And wait.  By now, I'm ready to shoot myself for bringing my iPod, but forgetting to bring headphones to use, rendering the equipment totally useless.  The truck FINALLY gets back (around 4:00), and we get our asses over to some table where you go to rent the truck for transportation.  Here, we find out that my dad's driver's license number has already been used at the store, apparently by a man with a pennsylvanian license.  Weird.  After getting his information for some serious identity theft gankage, we load the sucker onto the truck, and head off. (around 4:40)  Realizing that we're late as FUCK, we haul ass over to our new property, and unload this tractor.  At this point, it's 5:00.  I started work at 5:30.  Time was not with us.  I quickly changed into my work stuff, and we jumped back into the truck.  Realizing that there was no time to get back home and grab my truck, we just head straight over to GameStop.  Halfway there, I realize just how silly this is.  I'm carpooling with my dad in a fucking Home Depot truck.  And this isn't some random truck with the crooked orange square of Home Depot slapped on the side.  This is the whole deal.  Even has that horn that auto-beeps when you back up.  We grab me a quick meal and head over to work, parking right next to the windows, where I swear I saw someone watching me shovel french fries down my throat in this behemoth of a vehicle.  I finally finish, hop out, and start walking over to the door, wincing as that earsplitting BEEP goes off as my dad backs up.  My manager laughed at me.

Also, work was busy.  And totally useless as far as filling my Pokedex goes.  There were THREE Pearl Versions traded in today, and not ONE of them had anything worth stealing.  I felt cheated.


-G.R.

This is the FIRST ENTRY.  A milestone on the litter-ridden scenic route that is LIFE.

Or perhaps not.  I highly doubt that my new LiveJournal account will have any substantial impact on my particular garbage laden route.  HOWEVER, it is a part, no matter how seemingly unsubstantial.  So it will receive the same amount of care and love as the other parts get.  Just enough to prove that it exists.

This is more or less an UPDATE ZONE.  A place to just channel the events of recently passed times into one place for reflection and humor.  Because lulz producing events deserve to be documented and remembered!

HOWEVER, nothing LULz worthy has happened as of late.  Only marginally interesting events were checking out the Borune Ultimatum with a few friends, and taking down various level 100 legendary pokemon with a level 4 Ratatta.  I only wish they didn't disconnect every time they realize that they're doomed.  I've got like... 2 wins on my record, when I've actually got something around 14.

Swedish Fish are awesome.


-G.R.