[Why.is.love.always.just.hate.in.disguise.?]

We went to this place called Dave & Busters, for those of you who don't know, it's basically just an arcade, a HUGE arcade with a buffet and a bar.  (I don't drink)

You know the racing games, the Nascar ones?  Well, Dave & Buster was having a contest to see who had the fastest lap time.  (How long it takes you to finish one lap)
My brother - who is a freak of a video games fanatic, his best score was 17:46 (sec:millisec)

My best score was 17:06

And my average was 17:52

I totally rock

Anyways I got a free gift card with 200 points for games and food - CANDY!!

By 3:00 pm, my brother and I together had over 3500 tickets.  I really wanted these two things (a (freakin awesome) skull pillow and a dog stuffed animal - it was wearing a Cleveland Indians sweatshirt - I HAD TO HAVE IT) but If I hadn't gotten those two things (which were roughly 900 tickets together) we could have had this mountain bike, but I already have a mountain bike, and I'm gonna go back since I have that gift card - teehee I ROCK!

So we're at our (stupid) town's annual festival (which always kinda sucks) and one of my friends, let's call her...Larry...kept getting prank calls from this group of teenage guys who were pretending to be British.  After about the 5th call, I grabbed the phone and starting screaming at them in Japanese.  Honestly, I had no idea what I was saying.  I know some of the lyrics to the band Oreskaband's songs, and most of their songs are in Japanese, so I was just yelling and screaming the words - except for monku which means 'bitch.'  They didn't call back, which made me mad because I wanted to do that again, just cause it was more amusing than the rides at this (stupid) summerfest...