How ya gonna do me like that?

Yesterday, my good ole pal Jigar had his 18th birthday party. This is funny, because I can never picture Jigar Patel as a grown up. But here we are, brothers in maturity, just waiting to be arrested so we can go to big people jail.

Anyhow, Nathan, who is Jigar’s Indian brother in crime, asked me yesterday after school to go with him to buy lottery tickets to give to Jigar. He took me to this little Shell station on US 19, where we parked and I went inside to buy some lottery tickets.

He gave me five dollars, with which I bought five tickets. We went back out into the car and sat there, parked, when Nathan suggested we scratch a couple off, you know, so we can quadruple our money and buy Jigar more tickets. So, being the good and kindhearted people we are, we scratched off two of the tickets to find that we had won a dollar!

I marched back into the Shell station and got another ticket. Then, I came back out to the car to find Nathan sitting in the driver’s seat with four scratched losing tickets in the center console and a quarter with scratch off shavings still attached clutched tightly in his fist. He looked pitiful. So I cheered him up by letting him scratch off the last of Jigar’s birthday presents.

We may have left that gas station empty handed, but we did it all out of love for our dear Jigar. Happy birthday, buddy. Happy birthday.

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Best thing since sliced bread

For Christmas, Ian got me a network adapter for my Playstation 2. I haven’t been able to use it until now, though, because I needed a wireless LAN adapter so that I wouldn’t have to run the world’s longest CAT5 cable through my house. Now I’ve got the wireless bridge, so all is well.

Ideally, Ian would get a Playstation 2 and a copy of Madden ’06 so that I could beat him from home while he’s living in Gainesville. However, he hasn’t purchased a console yet, so I’m stuck playing games of Madden with a bunch of Redskins fans who feel that they have something to prove (i.e. they can win with more than 120 total yards of offense and aren’t handed the game by the refs).

But let me tell you right now: this is awesome. I can connect with anyone around the world and play football with them. It will come in quite handy during the offseason when all I have to enjoy is baseball and hockey, which are the lesser of American sports because white people are generally physically inept. I guess I’ve still got basketball, but I refuse to watch a sport wherein everyone participating has a rap album. Anyway, I digress.

That said, if anyone has a Playstation 2, a network adapter, Madden ’06, and the desire to be completely annihilated, go ahead and contact me so that we can duke it out on the field.

I love technology.

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Digital makeover

So, waking up before the sun’s alarm clock goes off and seeing a computer in dire need of a reformat you know won’t happen until the end of the week sort of sucks.

And this is for any teachers to whom I’ve had to turn in double-spaced papers since Tuesday: sorry for the ghetto fabulous paragraph formatting. All I had was Wordpad and an enter key.

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Bust Santa's Zit!

It’s really not often that something catches my attention when I wake up for school on weekdays. I mean, it’s 5 a.m. and I probably didn’t get much sleep. If you want me to look through my cloudy eyes and make myself forget that I am supremely angry at all things in the world at such an ungodly hour, you’ve gotta be pretty awesome.

My friends, behold one of the few things that would actually make me press PrtScrn at the most insane time of the day:

Happy New Year!

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