i can’t believe it got third place . . . hahahahahahahahaha.
all it did was go straight and turn left. then juan would usually make a boo boo. it seemed to have a great method of cursing the opposing robot into failure.
scott parker to chelsea from charlton athletic . . . what a transfer.
it’s not that i lost interest, but rather that i put it elsewhere. that is part of what makes life beautiful. i’d hate to see all these one-dimensional people. but i see them less now. not because they aren’t there, but because i just plain avoid them. hahahaha.
i like knowing i can just do my own thing. there was a conversation about flakiness a while back. i’m flaky, so i expect the same from others. it’s fair and unfair at the same time. for what it’s worth, the only reliable way to reach me immediately is phone. aim is just bad for that kind of thing because you’ll never know if i’m there . . . why do people put their personal phone numbers on the internet?
this flakiness makes me a horrible friend at times, though. so does my inexplicable ability to offend by speaking my mind.
african cup of nations. live. mmmmm. but it’s on the seventh on, with the quarterfinals. and in french. great practice. i need to practice a lot of things.
i haven’t used my digital camera in a while. tomorrow, then. along with finishing christmas shopping. my new credit card is so shiny. and so dirty, at the same time. oops.