snakeplissken

I passed a young man on campus today who stared at me the whole time. Then about a block later he came back up from behind me and stopped me and told me he wanted to pray for me. This isn't the first time it's happened to me. When you look like a weirdo people treat you like one. Luckily, I cast magic missile in time and nerfed him.

But the odd part of it was he was right when he said that I had something on my mind that was causing me some grief.

I still continue to suck at the guitar, but I suck with decent tone. My fingers are all hard and gross on my left hand. This has ruined my lucrative hand modeling career, but I understand that one must suffer for his art.

My love affair with Chili continues.

I get a free student membership at the Dixon Rec center here in town. I might try to start hitting the cardio room so fatty can buy pants at normal places and not look so much like a middle-aged truck driver.