Is it possible for anything else to happen to Brett Favre?????

http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=1926309

I mean, honestly! Whenever I think my life is bad, I just go look at what happened to Brett Favre today!

I have more songs to add to the beaten list:

11/20
Across The Nightmare ONI
Afronova
Afronova Primeval
Exotic Ethnic
Saints Go Marching
Destiny Lovers

Songs still remaining:

Be Lovin'
Broken My Heart
Can't Stop Fallin In Love (speed mix)
Colors ONI
Dead End
Dynamite Rave ONI
Electro Tuned
Fantasy
Frozen Ray
Gradius Cyber
Healing Vision
Insertion
Leading Cyber
Luv To Me
Max 300 <---dangerously close to beating that... but my legs just can't do it... for now...
Maxx Unlimited
Paranoia Eternal
Paranoia Evolution
Paranoia Rebirth
Paranoia Survivor
Paranoia Survivor MAX
Sakura
Sakura ONI
Ska A Go Go
So Deep <----why can't I do this one????
Sweet Sweet Magic
Sync ONI
Tears
The Legend of Max
Trip Machine Climax
Trip Machine Survivor
Xenon

Most of the ones that I haven't beaten, I haven't played. But the two banes of my existence right now are So Deep and Max 300. Max, I can understand not being able to beat... but So Deep??? I know poop that can beat that.

MAGIC NUMBER: 32

Levels I can't beat right now:
All Max levels
Paranoia Levels (honestly... I can't get into those like the kids do these days. They suck. It's not that I can't do them... I just think they're not fun. It's a chore to get through them.)
So Deep

The rest I think I could probably do on my first try. I beat most of those six levels above on the first try... the only one I needed a second try for was Saints.

You know, it's funny how good I've gotten in three weeks' time. I used to have all sorts of problems with Afronova. For whatever reason, I just couldn't do it. Then tonight, I tried Afronova Primeval for the first time... and destroyed it (AA on my first shot). Then I tried Afronova regular... had a bit more difficulty, but still got an A.

I want the MAXes tho... they're the prize.

Shouldn't I be writing a musical?

Heh.

In every query of 10 people to find out information, there are 9 people who act like adults and simply understand the query and its intent. They respond to me with the information I ask for, they understand that it's an important query, and we all go on with our lives. These are what I consider to be normal and well-balanced emotional people.

But there is always ONE person who takes offense to it. Is it lack of education? I mean, honestly, what is it? Why is it that only one person out of 10 is stupid enough to not understand that it's facts I'm looking for and not stupidity?

It's a dark spot in my past. I am responsible for this. I wasted my time on this and I can't waste another second.

The countdown is on.

There were 43 total songs when I compiled the database of songs I haven't defeated (all 9s and 10s). There are now 37.

11/17 - Burning Heat (AAed on 11/18)
11/18 - Orion.78 (A)
11/18 - Stoic (B... have problems with this one)
11/18 - Dynamite Rave (A)
11/18 - Orion.78 Civ Mix (A)
11/18 - Dance Dance Revolution ONI (B... no problems, just tried it once and hate the song)

So... 37 to go before the 8th mix is conquered... and on that list... ALL of the Paranoias... Maxx Unlimited... and the Legend of Max.

Yeesh.

So here's my day.

Last night, there was a smoke problem late last night in my apartment probably caused by the restaurant down below. So I figure that it would be best to open the windows and allow all of the smoke to air out. But what I wanted to do in order to isolate the heat in the apartment was to close my bedroom door. Made sense, right? Right???

Yeah, well, it was one of those priceless fucking mornings. I woke up at around 6:30 in order to get to work early, and I heard a noise from the other room behind my bedroom door. It was the combination of a low tongue roll and a wing-flapping. I shut my eyes and try to fall back asleep because I had hoped I was dreaming, even though I knew that I wasn't. I didn't want to see what was behind door number 3.

Suffice to say, two big fucking pigeons had made their way into my apartment and were chilling on the sofa, apparently trying to watch TV. I, however, outsmarted them because I had gotten rid of my cable three weeks ago. So I literally took the next hour to try and get them out of my apartment. Whenever I thought I had success, the pigeon would take a left right before the window as if to say, "Shit, it's COLD out there. I'd rather be in here with Captain Zebrapants than out in this weather."

Needless to say, when I finally got them out, my apartment was Poopfest '04. There was pigeon shit EVERYWHERE. I still cannot fathom how they managed to poop in some of the places they did... like my toaster??? INSIDE the toaster? I mean, first of all, it's a difficult shot. Secondly, why INSIDE the toaster???

So, needless to say, I showed up at work on time (which meant I was late) and finally got the crap I needed to done. I did a little work, bitched on Erin's Xanga for awhile, and then did a little work. Melissa, one of the project managers, made me work on a project for an hour and a half that ended up getting completely scrapped. Yay.

The bright spot of my day occured in two places: 1) when Justine responded to my emails and 2) when I got on the DDR Extreme machine. I finally beat Dance Dance Revolution with no problems and also beat Burnin' Heat heavy. I made a list of all the songs I haven't beat and I'm flying through most of them. Paranoias are tough for me for whatever reason.

Regardless, as I came home after DDR, I had my iPod on my head as I normally do. I got to my door, and opened it. I let out this big fart (it was one of those farts that you need to take and you assume nobody's around to hear it). Big problem: my next door neighbor who is a gorgeous Columbia Law student about 25 years old had opened her door thinking that I was her husband. Upon hearing the airhorn I let rip, she laughed as if her jaw was going to fly south for the winter. I took off my iPod and whirled around to see that I had made her day and ruined my decade. "I always think you're Sam [her husband]," she exclaimed as she quickly shut the door. I was left alone to bear the embarassment of that beast-rip.

It's definitely bed time.

I hate having the ability to break down things into their simplest form sometimes. Sure, it comes in handy when I'm writing and when I'm actually DOING something. But it's extremely difficult to possess a relationship like this. People think that what I say is accusatory. Pointing out problematic actions is not something people like to be made aware of.

I really do apologize to the people I offend. There were two people tonight that I did this to... Erin and Lindsey. Guys, I do this because I'm really sick of the bullshit. I'm sick of the way our relationships have developed. I'm sick of the circumstances that don't allow us to be who we are.

I want nothing more than the best for you. Perhaps where you are isn't the best situation for you personally. Only you can speak on that.

If you don't want these things for yourselves... if you'd rather stay a distance from me, then I understand. The only thing I have to fall back upon is consistency. If you don't like what I do with my consistency, then you know where to find me (or not).