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5/20/2005 - Field Day.
I'm in the school's computer lab right now. To my left is a skilled Cyber Amatuer Leauge player named Cypher with a computer that makes F4t4l1ty blush, using his Coutner-Strike skills and apparently running a server for everyone in the building. To my right is a shaggy-haired semi-asian dude who goes by the name of Jama listening to shrill Japanese women sing some theme song to some Japanese cartoon, and playing Dark Age of Camelot all the while. To his right is Porx, playing World of Warcraft, totally pwning some n00b named Alan Domalski, who is to the left of Cypher. A few rooms away Tekken 5 is set up, I beat the friggin' crap out of "Hubert Comberdell", and there's enough Mountain Dew to kill several animals found only in Africa. Pizza will be coming later, and I made a "King of Iron FIst" t-shirt which I am wearing under my "Nothing is Any Good if Other People Like It" t-shirt. My thumbdrive holds my movie, which will be premeired later in the day (as well as a video of FFVII using PS3 technology). Out in the cafeteria, Star Wars episodes I and II are being shown. At 11:45 I will be singing "Express YOurself" by N.W.A. in front of the whole school for $100. I can't stop shaking because of all the caffeine. I have a fillet mingion steak waiting for me at noon, marinated in wine and garlic. Life is okay, I guess. //Greg::10:03 AM EST\ # | |
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