November 25th

Yeah, I know I should've updated earlier, but this movie thing was a bitch. Since Ben, one of the main characters, left before we shot like, 2 major scenes, I had to cut all the arcade footage, which I guess is just as well because it saved me a lot of time trying to find soundfx and shit. So I edited down 2 hours of footage into a 7 minute 30 second movie entitled "Eatin' Weiners," and despite being really choppy, it's still really funny. Everyone hates my script anyway (except Dan "The Man" Harerra). You can d/l it as a word document if you want. I like it. Maybe a year from now I can find a crew who I can shoot the whole thing with. Oh well.

Back to me. I hit a strategy guide jackpot, scoring Vagrant Story for $8 and freaking Xenogears for $10. Yeah, $30 for the guide, and with the game it all goes for like $80. I sware that the prices on rare strategy guides are crazy. Am I the only one convinced that investing in video games is going to be like 20 gold mines rolled into one? I bet you 5 years from now Valkryie Profile goes for like $150 with the guide. I wish I had it... oh wait.

Me and Josh went to a show at Pearl Street, featuring a mess of bands. A Boy Named Pip was of course amazing, like honestly. When a bunch of sophmores totally outpreform all the other college age bands at the show you know something big is going to happen to all of them, except for Mikey who will probobly be imprisoned after stabbing somebody over the last mountain dew. If they don't win Battle of the Bands this year I'm probobly going to kill someone. After them was Insipid, who are officially the worst band in the history of the world. Insipid is everything on the radio I hate to listen to, or as Josh put it, "They sound like Creed and every other band that sounds like Creed." Good one josh, 100 points (I have a points system now, where doing something cool or funny earns you anywhere from 10-100 million points). Their singer has like cerebral palsy or something, so the entire set he had his left arm at his side. That was my cue to spend the rest of the night "Doing the Insipid," which seemed to please some older punk/goth kids who were there. For the record, don't type "Cerebral Palsy" into google image search. The show was honestly so bad we just left and went to a convience store, where we took some pictures I have arranged into a fun-loving collage here. Also, I gave myself a mighty 10,000 points after commenting to Josh "Your family is so Jewish" as his brother and his dad argued over change for like five minutes.

Also, what is up with this Sex Etc. thing they're handing out in the school? It's honestly creepy as fuck and I don't understand how this kind of drivel makes it into our school system. I have taken the liberty of scanning the front page so you can see what I'm talking about. "Everyone's always looking down at my penis," is the quote of the week. And aparently, "Size isn't everything," but don't tell that to Godzilla. But seeing all these ignorant teenagers trying to educate even more ignorant teenagers about sex, I decided to take my hand at helping to spread some good old fashioned Misinformation. Come inside and learn children

Oh, and the Future Business Leaders of America are blackmailing me. Even though I've never been to their club once they keep sending me all their god damn handouts, and demanding money. I think it's because at the club fair I signed a piece of paper saying "I might at some point in the future be remotely interested in considering possibly joining your club." I recieved a mighty humourous money demand, which I likened to a threat on my life if I refused to pay their damn $2 dues. Well FBLA, Chris Gesualdi does not deal with terrorists damnit. I posted that up on one of the bulletin boards, but it was taken down the next day. I hope the FBLA got the message, but I might have to make a few more printouts of it just in case.

Well, I guess that's all. I'm still looking for a place to host this bitch so someone hook me up. Oh, and hang some posters damnit, anyone who sends me a picture of one of my posters hanging in some public place gets an automatic 10,000 points. And now, I leave you with a picture of the Pork Rind Champion himself, Ivars Byers.