so yeah, i forgot to mention that i talked to my roomie from westmont last night over AOL IM. hes in the marines and stationed in oahu, hawaii right now. he told me he has the nickname 'iron man' now. and, of course, i asked for the story on how he got it. i thought maybe cuz he likes black sabbath, or when they go for runs hes always wanting to go further, etc....but heres briefly how it goes: he was at a party in a hotel. eventually he wanted to get some sleep so he went in the closet to snooze. but one of the guys wants to bang this chic, so hes trying to get everyone out of the room, being a dick to all my roomate's (justin's) friends. so this guys being a really asshole, and also happens to be tossed. so justin (also drunk) cracks the closet door and looks out. he waits for a good time when the guys is close enough to the closet. so justin grabs for the closest thing and *WHACK* smacks the guy in the noggin. the guy so gone just kinda slouches over and goes. "FUCK! someone just hit me in the head with an iron!" so while everyones aweing at that fact, justin grabs his shit and heads out. a friend yells to him that the cops are coming, so they hop in a cab and rush off.. and thats how hes iron man. pretty goddamn funny.

oh, another story, has to do with absolute luck like wanks magic coin. my dad sed that the other day he was looking this one stock on the computer, and one of the cats leaped on the keyboard and bought it. i guess from that trade, my cat made abot $250, while for my dad the rest of that day, he lost about $100. so they treated my cat to some fish, which i found in barf form downstairs when i was moving some furniture around so i can move in this weekend.
dah.