Shinzon is Emo Picard.

Cliff and I split Texas Nachos. Supposedly ten cents cheaper than the taco salad. It’s good shit.

Thursday morning, I felt fine. After Rapist, I noticed I had a dry throat. By the end of the night, my throat was sore. I decided to ride yesterday out in the comfort of my dorm room. I’d say smart move. Honestly, the sore throat was never that bad. By the end of last night, I had some mild wheezing, and an occasional sneeze. This morning, I woke up feeling great. Twenty minutes later, I could tell I’d be a little congested. You know, wet coughs. *twirls finger* I was a little wheezy when Cliff and I were playing Drakengard, but nothing bad.

And the Texas Nachos tasted great. With the constant feminine recommendations for Vitamin C in mind, I noticed there was Lemonade on the Chi-Chi’s menu. I usually stay away from Lemonade, because it’s too acidic. For whatever reason, GOD DAMN, THAT WAS GOOD LEMONADE. I don’t know how or why, but it went perfectly with mexican.

Plucked down 14 bucks, after tip. Good deal. Cliff hasn’t been pulling his weight lately, I hope he nags his parents for money. He should get more pity, the way his brother has been compulsively buying video games.

My mom, being DVD-happy, bought Star Trek X: Nemesis. I should just start calling that movie Not Another Star Trek Movie. It’s such a spoof. (I’m referencing Not Another Teen Movie; if anybody notes about how they made too many movies, I’ll cauterize their gonads.) Cliff and I watched it instead of Hot Chick, which we’ve seen too many times. I must say, I prefer the alternate ending that was provided in the “deleted scenes”. It introduced the new first officer and had Picard saying to the camera, “where no man has gone before”. Much better than the sad and confusing ending with B4 showing recognition of Data’s memories, which leaves open the EXTREMELY REMOTE POSSIBILITY for Star Trek XI: The Search For Spock Data.

Also, the soundtrack on Not Another Star Trek Movie sucked. I remember how pissed off I was at the movie when I saw it in the theatre. Seeing it again… Same effect First Contact and Insurrection had on me, I liked it better after watching it a few times. I don’t think Next Generation was meant for movies. TOS was intentionally pretentious and overacted, thus it was perfect for movies.

The clothes I circled in the JCPenney catalog is in. Expect a fashion show the next time I shower and shave.

Avulcular psychosis. If you want to sound smart (ie: bullshit), accuse somebody of having that.

Finally, Cliff has determined that Vagina tastes like plain yogurt mixed with anchovy juice. I asked him if that mixture sticks in your throat like Vagina does, giving you pussy-breath. He said it does. *blinks* Damn, that shit’s wack. If I ever get bored enough someday, I’ll verify this.