02/07/2010 @ 21: 52 Sunday Driving is not new to me. I had to take Driver's Ed in order to receive my high school diploma. Back then, I had a serious phobia of driving and did my best of avoiding getting behind the wheel. I got my permit and never pursued to get a license. This was back in high school obviously. I still have a fear of driving, but have the courage to face my fear and just do it. So, last week, I took my written exam and passed. I got three wrong. I was warned ahead of time, let alone, suspected the questions would try to trick you at some point or another. I nailed identifying the symbols. Piece of cake, really. Anyways, so, today was the Superbowl. Mom and I were invited to my sister's house for a Superbowl party. We were told twenty-five people were going to be there. It seemed more. I had a good time. I don't drink, but I do smoke. My family is Irish, so, there were plenty of booze around. I ended up watching over my sister's dog, Tiggy upstairs. She apparently doesn't like strangers and will bite. The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolution was on. I don't like watching sports. I brought my permit because I assumed Mom wanted me to drive to her house, but was wrong. Instead, I drove home. It was pretty far. Traffic wasn't really bad. My only complaint is the city needs to re-paint some symbols on streets. They're pretty faded. Anyway, I warned and demanded Mom to not yell at me like she did before. I told her straight forward I was anxious and requested cooperation. She was okay most of the time. All was well until some jack-ass from the incoming traffic wanted to make a left turn. There was already a driver on my lane that was waiting to make a left turn as well. This dumbass apparently didn't see me and thought it was safe to go. Fortunately, he stopped just in time. Mom freaked out and reached for the dashboard. Half way home, I freaked out and told Mom that I have my permit, not my I.D. I was like, whoops...Mom simply told me as long you don't crash, you'll be fine. Luckily, we made it. I need to work on my turning speed. I tend to speed up and need to have the courage to change lanes when on two-lanes. I can't tell if the driver at whatever side will let me in. I blame the dark night. Daylight is better. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 01/29/2010 @ 4:02 Friday Well, it was bound to happen. I got food poisoned yesterday. After signing off from my computer, I went to bed and began to feel stomach aches. The pain increased as time went by which eventually led to the inevitable. Whenever I puke, I tell myself sarcastically I welcome death. I truly do. I have a sensitive body and dread at the thought of puking in the first place. Despite recovering, I still feel some pain which comes and goes. I haven't seen Avatar and never intend to. My father was very interested to see it and was surprised I wasn't sharing the same enthusiasm. Everybody was raving about it and when anything becomes too popular, it makes me want to hate it. I've seen its trailers. Shit, I even went to the official website and it failed to impress me. Part of the incentive was James Cameron calling a fan requesting an autograph an asshole. Regardless he was eventually kind enough to do so, Cameron is the fucking asshole, period. My parents end up hating it. Mom even stated she wanted to get out of the theatre. There's a speculation going on about some people becoming very depressed after seeing that film and want to kill themselves. For those that do, please do because you're a retard. So, I finally got to see Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun Li on cable and damn, it was stupid...so stupid it makes Street Fighter with Jean-Claude Van Damme a fucking classic. I actually like that Street Fighter movie, by the way. Guilty! Anyways, according to the imdb.com website, the team behind this shitty movie claims they rejected the idea of honoring characters in their trademark clothes. And because of their decision, it made this movie even worse. I laughed my ass off. I didn't know who most of the characters (except Vega) were until I heard their names. Neal McDonough is what Bison might've been like...at the age of ten. The actors who's dressed as SF characters are the winners and makes SFTLOCL like [insert insult word here/insert]. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 01/28/2010 @ 1:34 Thursday I'm having one of those moments where you're tired, but can't sleep...yet. Anyways, so, I've decided to mess around with my website for a while, trying to motivate myself unsuccessfully to make a new layout. I liked the challenge of making layouts but I'm becoming bored. That is not to say I'm losing interest of building websites. I have quite a lot in my mind right now and I just simply couldn't come up with anything. So, today, I watched American Idol...a program I pretty much despise, but yet enjoy watching its audition parts, and only its audition parts, otherwise, it's all shit. Is it just me, but, did I find all contestants with mushy background stories made it through? I hate those type of contestants. They should wear "Please feel sorry for me" signs while singing their hearts out, seriously. Even though I never heard of Jonas Brothers sing except from the Night of the Museum sequel, but that boy should not be seated there. My birthday is approaching! February sixth <3 Can't wait to celebrate it with my good friend, Gerry! P.S. I am a proud hater of Harry Potter, Twilight series, Miley Cyrus, Jonas Brothers, Lady Gaga, and any other pop culture shit.