It was Wednesday. My friend TJ and I were down in the Student Union, which sucks balls. But anyway, there was a huge bloody line to get any food. So, we stepped into the game room in hopes of a quick round of Soul Caliber 2. What greeted my gamer eyes was a vision of Nirvana untold in all the ages. Yes, that is correct. I came face to face with the glory that is- House of the Dead 3.

I'll save you all of the details, but suffice to say, I fell asleep more than once.

In other news, I've come to another conclusion. I'm bloody tired of walking down the street, and seeing what I think is a fine lady, only to be stricken with dismay and revulsion when she turns out to be nasty or, even worse, a man. I propose this.

If you look sexy from behind, but are either ugly or a dude, you should wear a sign.

"I'm not hot."
Or
"I'm a dude"

This would save myself and many others gallons of vomit.

Although, I don't know what I'm gonna do with all this extra spew.