11:10pm – I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here lately, but I mean what else am I gonna do at 11pm on a cold Monday night, standing in a line with hundreds of (other?) dorks, anxiously waiting for Halo 3 to be released at midnight. I’m freezing and completely at the mercy of minimum wage Game Stop clerks. As much as life seems to sucks right this second, I’ll be playing Halo 3 within the next couple of hours, bring life back to level “all good” in no time. So I ask you this: Who’s the sucka now? Damn skippy!

12:04am – The natives are getting restless and Dan is looking at me like I’m a giant Snikers bar. Help!

12:11am – People are yelling and I’m getting scared, yet excited. I need to get out of the line of dorks before I’m unwillingly adopted as one of their own and raped mercilessly. I’m not one of them. Really. Really!

12:19am – I’m starting to come to the sad realization that I may just be one of these people.

12:25am – Maybe being eaten by my friend isn’t the worst idea in the world right now. It’d be cooler if I could shrink like Innerspace and navigate his great body.