and a voice keeps saying

I love how No Pants Day to some also means no UNDERpants. Seriously, I could have done without that yesterday. However, I loved how Streaking Steve decided since everyone else wasn't wearing pants, he would. Gotta love that twist.

Decided to start using my new woodworking tools that I got for my birthday. Too many possibilities in my head to work on though, so, anyone got any requests? Now's the time to ask. Granted, you'll have to wait till after Finals, likely. Probably not too long after finals since I'll be using this as a study break.

[via dicaquill]

Well that was an interesting shift. Note to self, never underestimate drunk, pissed off girls women again, especially when they call their drunk boyfriends in. It started out simple enough...

Me: “I’m sorry, miss, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Patron: “Can I just finish my beer?”

Me: “I can’t let you do that.”

Patron’s friend: “Why are you kicking her out? I’m drunker than she is!”

Me: “Then you can leave, too"


One managed to get me with her nais on my face and half my neck. Looks like a damn Thanator got me. Her guy managed to get a good punch in and then tried some weird ass wrestling move on me--managed to pop my shoulder out. Thanks Dave for saving my ass.

Still... feeling like I got let off kinda easy. Anyone else hear about that freak who nearly bit a bouncer's pinkie clean off in London?

The infection is spreading faster than anyone could have anticipated. It won't be long before it takes over the campus. We'll have to figure out a plan to work on taking back what's ours. No zombie freaks are safe so long as I've got my gun. It's sad to think of those who have already succumb. I've already had to take out Duke. Man, that guy was my best friend. He was turned though, and well, there's no cure for it. Sorry buddy.

Remember when hunting zombies, aim for the head. Though for those of you not used to handling weapons like these, just, aim anywhere. It'll slow them down at least. Don't be a hero, just run.

[Private to Morans, Wealseys, Potters]
If you need anything, I'm there.

Whoever took my sister, you took the wrong girl. Give her back and I might not turn you over to the angry mob you're REALLY pissing off with all these kidnappings. Not before I hand you your ass. Fuck my training, this is my sister.

Since apparently we're on our own here, I've come up with a search grid for the area and some ways beyond. Obviously, they're not being held too close to here, but, just in case, I figured we'd check this area too. I'll make another for tomorrow to check further and further away from campus.

Whoever you are. We're going to find you. You're going to regret this.

Don't worry Jules, we'll find you.

[Private to Staff of The Four Horsemen]
I'm off until further notice. If I don't have a job when I come back, then I don't. I have to find her first.

This morning was awesome. Thanks guys. I owe you one. So what was the final tally for the points? I know we said my sister was twenty... Did we ever agree on any others?

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Was reading the Hit-wizard blogger from the daily prophet today. Oh God this one is a pearl.

"The Learning Center on Hanson Street reports a strange man across the way stands in his window hours at a time, watching the center, making parents nervous. Hit-wizards ID the suspect as a cardboard cut out of Remedy Drummer, Michael Bradley."

Power went out in the bar tonight. I learned a very important lesson: a shinbone is a device for finding hard objects in the dark. Well at least it was my last night.

I always say people are getting worse every year around this time, getting desperate, but this was actually nice to see. Some Lay-away Angels showed up again. They're all over the local paper, paying for presents for people who couldn't do it. Heck, one guy actually showed up and offered to pay for all the presents people had in line. That was pretty wicked.

UGH! Why do I let myself get into things like this? Why?! Why can't I just... mind my own business. Really. It wouldn't be that hard would it?

Went to help Rick out at work today. Didn't think it would be anything major. I mean, how hard can it be to train security trolls.

Apparently "Naga" was sick today. Cue me getting sneezed on. Multiple times. This is never coming off. Calling in sick for the next WEEK!

Sometimes I really worry about the others in my Critical Thinking class. No one got this joke: A verbal contract isn't worth the paper it is written on.

To whoever tried to steal my lunch and what you thought was some gold today. I should thank you. See, you didn't actually steal any food per say. You were actually helping me with an arguement for my Critical Thinking class. One of my class mates said we should trust people as they're inheriantly good and will do the right thing, given the chance. I laughed since, I think we're inheriantly neutral at best. So I set up this test to prove my point.

For those of you who aren't the thief, the gold was leprechaun gold. So it disappeared about half an hour after the guy took it. The food was cursed with a slug vomiting curse. As I already spoke to the healer who took care of the guy, I know it was eaten. Rather than given back to me. Point: Josh.

Escargot anyone?

Well that didn't work. Tried on the clothes I thought I was gonna wear to the mask. Ended up pulling a Hulk and tearing them to shreds. So much for that idea. God I hate clothes shopping.

For those of you who normally work out front in a bar, thanks for the warning. I'm already starting to see what you mean. Tim was giving me an example tonight at shift change. Patron tried to come in already drunk.

Tim: Sorry, mate, not tonight.
Drunk: Wha? Why not?
T: It's your sausages, mate.
D: What???
T: Your sausages.
D: What sausages?
T: [points to patron's shoes] Your sausages. You can't come in with those sausages on.
D: Wha??
T: Sorry, mate, can't let you in with those sausages on.
D: ...... ?

He got tired of trying to he just left.

Helped to break up a fight at the Bow last night over who ordered The Shark Attack. Seriously they ended up into an out and out fist fight over a drink and a stupid fish toy. Oy. Well, least it worked out for me. Guess who's a bouncer now?

Interesting interchange I overheard at work last night:

Waitress: “May I get something for you ladies to drink?”

Lady 1: “Um, yes. (to Lady 2) What are you having, dear?”

Lady 2: “I’ll have the white zinfandel.”

Lady 1: “Oh yes, I’ll have the infidel, too. Last night I had the marlo!”

And this was before they had any drinks! At least they left Sarah a nice tip. Made a total mess of the place though. Knocked over their drinks and repeatedly tried to "accidently" splash me with their water when I tried to clean up a table near them.

( Application )