I went over to Lily’s house last night and Claire, Katie, Keith and Claire’s friend, Jeff, were there. Jeff, apparently, drives like an old man. That made me laugh.
Last night, I bought a copy of Soul Calibur at Slackers for $25. Highway robbery, if you ask me. Although, the game is clearly the best fighting game to exist on any console. (All you Tekken kids can hush.) The guy told me it was rare. Baaah. I was desperate. To make matters worse, Claire’s friend, who had never played the game before (I don’t believe him), proceeded to kick my ass using random characters. I think I may have to go over to Lily’s, the current location of my Dreamcast, and rock out. Kilik used to be my boy, but he let me down last night. Die, fucker. Die.
Katie and I did what we usually do in large groups of people. We either a) run off or b) sit close to each other, try to talk quietly, and giggle. Last night we did a little of both. We ran off, then talked amongst ourselves on the couch for a while. We have a tendency to clear a room rather fast when we get going, and it happened a few times last night. We totally geeked out with each other and no one even tried to enter our little Katie-Mary bubble. It was nice.
I woke today, ran to work, finally got a hard copy of The Flaming Lips‘ Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots album, requested a night off next weekend, and made arrangements with my sister for the baby to watched that night. I’ve got big plans in my head for that evening, although nothing I can divulge immediately. It’ll be a smashing good time, for sure.
Little Mary and I joined Abby, Lily, and Claire for lunch at the Bread Co, today. Those girls are the snazziest.
Class this evening, then I’m going out to play. I should stay in and write multiple papers; but I only write papers well when they’re due in five hours. I work best under pressure.