slicin' up eyeballs

Well, it's been a week. Time for another post on this here internet machine (TM Raven Mack).

I got in a new shipment of IWA:MS. For this, I thank God and my hook-up, Tom in New Hampshire. You're both awesome.

But Tom's prices are lower than God's.

I'm about an hour into "Stylin in the Summertime". I knew it would be a good day when the first match on the first tape was Jimmy Jacobs versus Mark Wolf versus ...

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SPYDER NATE WEBB, MOTHER F*CKERS!

Best entrance ever.

So my team is going to the playoffs tomorrow in a one-day tournament to decide the nerdiest nerds in Northeast Georgia. We've got a good chance to win, too. Numbah One Seed!

Having said that, I pick an upset winner, mainly because we're all tired and don't give much of a shit anymore. It's a tiny shit, but it's still a shit.

And, no cash prizes of any kind, and (not to be too materialistic,) we're all poor high school kids who could use a boost in the old wallet.

Kids who play sports reasonably well get scholarships out the ass, while there are very few grants for nonathletic quasi-intelligent white kids who happen to know trivia.

Oh well, at least I've got my letterman's jacket (the only pure academic jacket in the entire school. Cram it, jocks.).

Expect a nonsense music post in the next few days. Fair warning and all that.

I finally got the board started up (EZBoard WOOT~!). Now, I have to attract people to it somehow. I'm thinking porn.

Then again, I'm a normal (four days away from) 18 year old male in the USA. I'm always thinking porn.

I've got a scholarship essay due to MENSA on the 15th, and I haven't started on it yet. Go procrastination.

I'll probably complain in explicit detail about my schedule this semester in a few days, also. I know you can't wait.

Somebody send me some porn on my birthday. It's a rite of passage, and I'll reciprocate on your birthday, if I remember. Real porn. Not internet (too easy to get).

Ciao, bitches.