I wish I knew Natalie Portman (for real, though)

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So I was shopping last week when I suddenly had the strangest urge to see how much money it was possible for me to spend in one day. Being a gentleman and a man of science, I was obliged to accept this challenge proposed to me by my own subconcious…

Or at least I thought I did. Some damn lawyers had to get in the way with their damn lawyering. But alas, Babylon cannot defeat me and the deal finally went through today (I think) without any concessions on my part.

In much more interesting news, I’ve been over-playing this song the past few days. Like, over and over and over and…

Put dem on me bookshelf

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I was just going through some old pictures and I came across these.

before

after

I think they’re circa grade 10, or possibly grade 11….I can’t decide if it was pre-Katie or not. But I’m pretty sure it was spring, so it must have been grade 10. I had just gotten my first webcam and was playing around with it and made these to send to Cuqui. I recall her actually finding it funny and not pulling her usual “you’re stupid” — but I could be wrong, I often have bad memory.

I’ve also been listening to Bookshelf mixes all night, so I’m up to my ears in grade 10 nostalgia.

A typical conversation with my best friends

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Word-for-word via Twitter…

Terry: @sina You better have a lady lined up for me when I come home. That was our deal. Remind George about his duty as well.

Sina: @terry fuck you. email george yourself and tell him. you better bring a Korean girl for me. no, THREE korean girls to choose from.

Terry: @sina Learn to keep your fucking promise. I will fucking bitch slap you with my cock, you fucking cunt muscle.

Sina: @terry you’re so fucking vulgar. no girl i find is gonna wanna hear that shit.

Cuqui: @terry @sina that’s not entiiiiirely true…

Sina: @cuqui @terry name one wholesome girl terry would like that would be okay with that potty mouth

Cuqui: @sina @terry was talking about myself dinkus.

Sina: @terry @cuqui fine….terry, i already have a girl lined up for you then. done. now get my three koreans

So how big is your bedroom?

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Val: Is this a date?

Sina: Well it depends on what you mean by “date”

Val: Okay…well, did you ask me here because you’re interested in me romantically?

Sina: If by “interested in you romantically” you mean “interested in you with your clothes off”, then I choose not to comment.

Val: …

Sina: …..at this time

Val: Wow Sina, you’re really bad at this dating thing.

Sina: Ms Val, you’re really bad at this…..thing.

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Sina: *cough* plus your face is ugly

There exists a delta

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Lisa: So what, we’re not friends anymore?

Sina: My dear friend, I’m not sure we were ever friends.

Lisa: But you just called me your “dear friend”.

Sina: Oh beautiful, that was just an empty term of endearment.

Halloween week

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It’s Halloween week!! I changed my theme for the week to be more festive, it looks like this.

In other news, I’m staying up a little late tonight to buy a shirt that goes on sale at midnight 1am because I’m afraid it’ll sell out before I wake up tomorrow. Yes, maybe a little pathetic, but you have to SEE this shirt.

Enjoy this horror video, again :D

Web 0.5

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Geocities closed today, and it’s creating feelings of nostalgia for me.

I had my first webpage on Geocities back in, oh, probably….1996? It was a wrestling webpage with news and predictions from the WWF and WCW — I may have also had ECW in there somewhere. Not to stroke my own ego (that’s what she said), but for the time it was actually a pretty nice looking site. I created it using a combination of Dreamweaver and raw HTML writing — for later webpages/projects I also threw Netscape into the mix.

Geocities is where I learned most of the things I know about the internet, HTML, web architecture, etc. Especially HTML. Everything I know about HTML still comes from those days. The same is probably true for most people my age.

Oh well. That’s progress.