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John Jesus H. Christ on a motherfucking bike, this place is fucked. If I could stop switching places with the dude I share a dreamspace with, that'd be cool. It's awkward as shit. Think of the most awkward thing, tell me what it is, and I will tell you that switching places with someone randomly is even more awkward. Fucker didn't even switch with me to get me to the front of the line at the breakfast place for a damn Eggywich, I ended up in the back of the bar which, actually, tequila at 9:00 am sounds pretty good right now.

There's also this cultist named Andrei Ulmeyda and his fanatic followers ain't above killing each other to get all 12 action figures of him (which appeared this morning in my bedroom). Who the hell would kill someone for an action of figure of some fucker with a fro dressed like an astronaut? Nevermind that he literally exploded in front of me and his blood killed everyone in the vicinity.

At least I got a ring that shoots fire. Shit.

I need to stop being fat and lazy. Long story, but I need training buddies. And a running buddy.

My brothers and I watched Beetlejuice today. I forgot how awesome that movie is! ha! And how young Alec Baldwin looks in it.

Good times.