It's like all the wrestlers in the world are trying to make me less depressed. First Shelley on Twitter, then I see that Petey Williams is on Art of Wrestling this week!

also

"Eddie Kingston
So everyone is saying how this guy is there bust bud lok I like him but he is not my best bud lol but follow him @fakekinkade (Alex Shelly)"

...lol


Petey: (in a really shameful voice) When I talk to people... I don't really want them to know I'm Canadian. I talk to the public a lot and I try to hide my Canadian accent. I try to talk American. I slip up every now and then.

Colt: When I first got into wrestling, I didn't want people to know I was Jewish. Is it the same thing?

Also a story of Shelley and A1 pulling an obnoxious, elaborate prank on Sabin and Petey :P

I woke up at 7 AM with a murderous headache. The kind where you can't even put your head on your pillow because it makes your head explode. It was an odd headache, in the back of my head and neck. Not the type of headache I'm used to. I was pretty worried - there was no way I'd be able to go to school if this headache was still around by then, it was THAT bad, but I have my lab for organic chemistry today and I really can't miss that. Luckily, with the aid of nasal spray, ibuprofen and an ice pack, I managed to fall back asleep on my couch for another hour of sleep before I had to wake up.

Now the REAL reason for this entry: after falling back asleep, I had a really weird dream. It was about FCW, of all things. Curt Hawkins was FCW champion, and I was really excited about that. And Zack Ryder, Luke Gallows, and Domino were a team, and their gimmick was something about poop, I kid you not. There was also another tag team, but I can't remember who the members were.

"Court overturns Prop. 8 in California, says state can’t ban gay marriage"

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/lookout/court-overturns-prop-8-california-says-state-t-181451250.html


Suck my dyke ass, conservative bigots.

Of course, the battle is still ongoing, but this is still a huge victory not only for Californians, but potentially everybody in the US depending on how things go in the future. Should be interesting.

Okay. I'm infuriated right now. Putting this under a cut because it'll be hard to talk about it without spoiling the Royal Rumble, but it has nothing to do with the Rumble at all. It's more about fucking douchebags who should not be allowed to have opinions. And sexism. Also warning that I talk a tiny bit about miscarriage so if you're sensitive to that, just be aware.

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So, today I made a stop to the sex toy shop. When I was going up to make my purchase, there was a guy at the register talking to the cashier. I kinda backed off cause I figured it was the polite thing to do, but I could still hear what was going on.

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I also attempted to go bra shopping. The measuring lady (who didn't even have me take off my shirt) calculated my bra size as 36C, which is a major "wtf?" to me, because I've worn a B my entire life and need new bras because I've lost some weight and mine are a bit big. I came home and calculated my size on my own, and it was 34A. Good job, boob lady. All the bras there sucked, anyway.

When most people say "damn, that guy is really skeevy looking", they don't follow it up with "I wonder if he's single".

Clearly there is something wrong with me.

Yesterday and today (mostly yesterday) have been, uh, interesting.

Yesterday started out normal. It was the first Friday of the semester, and Fridays are going to be holycrap for me this semester, with chemistry in the morning, QSA after that, and then straight to the animal shelter for a day of volunteer work. This Friday, however, there was no QSA, and I was leaving the animal shelter early so I could drive down to a wrestling show with my dad.

Things were going okay until I was about to leave for the shelter from home, at which point I dropped my motherfucking keys in a toilet full of piss. Classy, right? They were on a lanyard attached to my pants so luckily I just pulled it out instead of having to reach in. I wrapped my keys up in toilet paper, and because I was in a hurry and didn't have time to clean them then, put on a rubber glove and decided to clean them once I got there.

Now, my car won't start without the button-clicker thing (which, apparently, is called a fob, which is easier to type than "button clicker thing"). My car didn't come with an alarm system, and when it was my mom's car they put one in. Unfortunately, the alarm system SUCKS. It started malfunctioning a while ago, and the sound part was removed because it kept randomly going off. So now it just won't let the car start whenever it decides to go off. It goes off if you accidentally press the fob while a door is open, and also if you unlock the car with anything BUT the fob. The only way to fix this is to press the fob over and over until it works.

So, I'm rushing out to my car with a rubber glove and a handful of pisskeys. I press the fob. OH NO IT WON'T WORK BECAUSE THE PISSWATER IN THE TOILET SHORT CIRCUITED THE DAMN THING. So, fuck. I call the shelter and say "uhh imma be late" and then spend the next half an hour trying to get the damn thing to work. After a battery change, a shot with a can of air to dry it, and several minutes rummaging through my apartment trying to see if I had a spare fob, I finally decided to call Triple A. As I was walking out to my car, I tried the fob one last time, and holycrapitworked. So I rushed to the shelter.

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My inbox exploded. I'm... I'm just going to not read it for a while.

(hurricanrana = me. shininginthedarkness = my friend erin)

shininginthedarkness: i went in a submarine, like a big navy one at a museum. in chicago. and THAT was not fun. not fun.
Hurricanrana: did you die?
shininginthedarkness: no, i believe i lived and got ice cream. they also have a mine exhibit.. .christ, what a terrifying museum.
Hurricanrana: a... a mime exhibit? what the fuck kind of satanic museum is this?
shininginthedarkness: MINE, like, underground, little carts, slow suffocation?
Hurricanrana: OH


I dunno, it made me laugh :P

I had a fucked up dream last night.

It started with me following around a big cat. It switched a few times between a leopard and tiger. I was filming it or something, and it was telling me (apparently we could talk) that it was trying to avoid poachers. It then said that it would be safe soon, because the snow had started, and the poachers wouldn't go where it was snowing. There were all these paths that were covered in snow, and we started walking along one. I looked out to the side and saw some poachers leaving because it was snowy.

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