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Monday, March 25, 2002

Got back from the Lightning vs. Bruins game a little while ago, completely deaf and mostly pissed. Oh sure, the game itself was good - the Bolts put up a tough fight but still losing in a 4-3 OT final to Boston (yeah) - but the people behind us were so fucking obnoxious I wanted to kill them slowly with my bare hands. They literally screamed everything to each other, across about six seats directly behind us. Then they started in on bullshit about how bad the Bruins suck (oh yeah, so bad, they're in first place) and crap like that. Not just normal yelling or cheering that you expect to find, but cursing, drunken frat-boy mentality, and screaming for the sake of being loud. They fucking sucked and ruined it for everyone in a 10 row radius. Arg. I don't get to see many live hockey games a year, so when I do, I like to make sure a good time is had...I like to soak it in and hold on to it since it's infrequent. Those shits just about made me have a terrible night and that's just plain wrong. They were pissing off everyone. Gods do I hate people.

Anyway, that's about it for now. It's after midnight already so time for me to wander off to bed. It's already monday tomorrow (the sheer overwhelming dread that threatens to choke me as I write that is probably a very unhealthy thing) so I need to get some sleep. So, a quiz to close off the night and I'm going to bed.


You are Spaceman Spiff!
Zounds! You are the intrepid Spaceman Spiff, the engaging explorer ensconsed in an unending universe of exotic and evil extraterrestrials! You're brave, but you should give that dictionary a rest.
Take the What Calvin are You? Quiz by contessina_2000@yahoo.com!

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