I couldn’t have been more pleased

Subject: I couldn’t have been more pleased

Date: Saturday 7/16/05 6:48:00 PM

Tags: fandom: harry potter,fandom: summits,reading: harry potter

I just read Harry Potter Book 6 from 6:00am to

6:30PM…I could not be more pleased with the

ending; I could not be more pleased with the

metaphyiscal implications of the ending; and expect

book 7 predictions tonight after dinner.

LJ-Cut: spoiler

Dumbledore, Presente!

Thanks Dad! love ya lots! (or next time, go starve you smelly ass weasel)

Subject: Thanks Dad! love ya lots! (or next time, go starve you smelly ass weasel)

Date: Thursday 7/14/05 7:36:00 PM

Mood: annoyed though slightly amused

Tags: blog: edit me, true life: family is crazy

So I go into the office (our house has an office in it), after checking on Mom who has a headache, with a very open ended question: “hey Dad, what do you want to do for dinner” the response could have been “hey Matt, please make that indian dish you do so well” or “Matt, could you please cook me some potted chicken” or “Matt, how about some penne ala vodka, you have a recipe for that, right?” – I’m a fantastic cook…but no, his response was:

I ATE, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SPEND MONEY ROAR, BLAH BLAH BLAH, YELL YELL YELL

Holy Crap dude, last time I *ever* ask if you want something to eat, I wasn’t actually planning on going out again today ’cause I had a long day and traffic was a bitch…but thanks, I’ll save that verbal abuse for later if I run out.

Go fuck yourself.

(EDIT: Oh yeah, and we’re not talking frozen stuff…oh no, I learned how to cook the proper way, like the way my Great Grandmother did back in the old country…yeah, that’s right…awesome homemade food, from SCRATCH…)

Thanks Dad! love ya lots! (or next time, go starve you smelly ass weasel)

Subject: Thanks Dad! love ya lots! (or next time, go starve you smelly ass weasel)

Date: Thursday 7/14/05 7:36:00 PM

Mood: annoyed though slightly amused

Tags: blog: edit me, true life: family is crazy

So I go into the office (our house has an office in it), after checking on Mom who has a headache, with a very open ended question: “hey Dad, what do you want to do for dinner” the response could have been “hey Matt, please make that indian dish you do so well” or “Matt, could you please cook me some potted chicken” or “Matt, how about some penne ala vodka, you have a recipe for that, right?” – I’m a fantastic cook…but no, his response was:

I ATE, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SPEND MONEY ROAR, BLAH BLAH BLAH, YELL YELL YELL

Holy Crap dude, last time I *ever* ask if you want something to eat, I wasn’t actually planning on going out again today ’cause I had a long day and traffic was a bitch…but thanks, I’ll save that verbal abuse for later if I run out.

Go fuck yourself.

(EDIT: Oh yeah, and we’re not talking frozen stuff…oh no, I learned how to cook the proper way, like the way my Great Grandmother did back in the old country…yeah, that’s right…awesome homemade food, from SCRATCH…)

Okay, supreme post of importance…

Subject: Okay, supreme post of importance…

Date: Wednesday 7/13/05 5:41:00 PM

Mood: thirsty

I’m not going to be as nice as

carol83 & starbuckx were…

If you give me/show me any spoilers for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince I will rip off your balls with one hand while removing your heart with the other (simultaenously), I’ll then feed both to you, and kick you off a cliff into the waiting mouth of the Loch Ness Monster (I hear Nessie’s hungry).

If, however, you’re taller than 5’5″ and weigh more than 100lbs, I’m just going to kick you in the shin and be done with it. I’ve learned my lesson for trying to beat up people who are bigger than me…mostly…sort of.

But if you’re NOT…beware…Nessie wants food!

~ me

Okay, supreme post of importance…

Subject: Okay, supreme post of importance…

Date: Wednesday 7/13/05 5:41:00 PM

Mood: thirsty

I’m not going to be as nice as

carol83 & starbuckx were…

If you give me/show me any spoilers for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince I will rip off your balls with one hand while removing your heart with the other (simultaenously), I’ll then feed both to you, and kick you off a cliff into the waiting mouth of the Loch Ness Monster (I hear Nessie’s hungry).

If, however, you’re taller than 5’5″ and weigh more than 100lbs, I’m just going to kick you in the shin and be done with it. I’ve learned my lesson for trying to beat up people who are bigger than me…mostly…sort of.

But if you’re NOT…beware…Nessie wants food!

~ me

I’m about to go pass out…

Subject: I’m about to go pass out…

Date: Monday 6/20/05 11:50:00 PM

Today I:

Rode on an Airplane

Rode in Two Taxi Cabs

One Train

One Monorail

One Mountain Climbing Type Machine (to get up to the main area of where I needed to be)

Two Cars

And was in two different countries…

I am so incredibly tired…

I’m gunna go sleep now XD

G’night

~ me

I’m about to go pass out…

Subject: I’m about to go pass out…

Date: Monday 6/20/05 11:50:00 PM

Today I:

Rode on an Airplane

Rode in Two Taxi Cabs

One Train

One Monorail

One Mountain Climbing Type Machine (to get up to the main area of where I needed to be)

Two Cars

And was in two different countries…

I am so incredibly tired…

I’m gunna go sleep now XD

G’night

~ me

“Sir, it seems to me that you’re stuck in a Philadelphia”

Subject: “Sir, it seems to me that you’re stuck in a Philadelphia”

Date: Tuesday 6/14/05 9:44:00 PM

Mood: amused

So…I have to say, I’m highly entertained by all this…I knew I was stuck in a Philadelphia since this morning, so why get mad, when you can sit back and enjoy the madness?

What I asked For: Guys

What I Got: Girls who rolled down their window, and quite seriously, wanted my telephone number…I’m flattered…yet slightly disturbed…I think it was their mother driving the car…or else, a hard core smoker who aged quickly.

What I asked For: a Chalupa

What I Got: 6 hard shelled tacos

What I asked For: My Car Report from the Mechanic

What I Got: Someone Elses Car Report (with significantly more damage)…and a Heart Attack

What I Got: A call later in the day saying “your car is all ready for pickup!”

What I asked For: Mature Co-Workers

What I Got: A fart joke/sex joke/genetalia joke every quarter hour, on the quarter hour.

What I Asked For: E-Mail Forwarding

What I Got: Error 505!!!ONE!11!!ELEVEN!1!!1!1!!

What I Asked For: Orange Gatorade (made from real gators, of course)

What I Got: Lemon-Lime Gatorade (made from real gators, of course)

What I Asked For: a Marker

What I Got: a Highlighter

What I Asked For: The Hot Italian Muscle Guy Shirtless

What I Got: The Hot Italian Muscle Guy in a T-Shirt & Wife Beater (Okay, this is a half win, I guess, right?)

What I Asked For: Rain

What I Got: 103f Dry heat

However, my day was awesome…E-mail will be up again shortly (I hope) and all I have to do is ask for the opposite of whatever it is I want, because once again, I’m stuck in a philadelphia…such is life =D

Anyways,

I do have more to post about it, but y’all just have to wait…go outside and play, throw a ball around or something.

~ me