1. Men who kiss their wives in the morning live five years longer than those who don't.

2. People are more likely to tilt their heads to the right when kissing instead of the left (65 percent of people go to the right!)

3. When it comes to doing the deed early in the relationship, 78 percent of women would decline an intimate rendezvous if they had not shaved their legs or underarms.

4. Feminist women are more likely than other females to be in a romantic relationship.

5. Two-thirds of people report that they fall in love with someone they've known for some time vs. someone that they just met.

6. There's a reason why office romances occur: The single biggest predictor of love is proximity.

7. Falling in love can induce a calming effect on the body and mind and raises levels of nerve growth factor for about a year, which helps to restore the nervous system and improves the lover's memory.

8. Love can also exert the same stress on your body as deep fear. You see the same physiological responses — pupil dilation, sweaty palms, and increased heart rate.

9. Brain scans show that people who view photos of a beloved experience an activation of the caudate — the part of the brain involving cravings.

10. The women of the Tiwi tribe in the South Pacific are married at birth.

11. The "Love Detector" service from Korean cell phone operator KTF uses technology that is supposed to analyze voice patterns to see if a lover is speaking honestly and with affection. Users later receive an analysis of the conversation delivered through text message that breaks down the amount of affection, surprise, concentration and honesty of the other speaker.

12. Eleven percent of women have gone online and done research on a person they were dating or were about to meet, versus seven percent of men.

13. Couples' personalities converge over time to make partners more and more similar.

14. The oldest known love song was written 4,000 years ago and comes from an area between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers.

15. The tradition of the diamond engagement ring comes from Archduke Maximillian of Austria who, in the 15th century, gave a diamond ring to his fiancée, Mary of Burgundy.

16. Forty-three percent of women prefer their partners never sign "love" to a card unless they are ready for commitment.

17. People who are newly in love produce decreased levels of the hormone serotonin — as low as levels seen in people with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Perhaps that's why it's so easy to feel obsessed when you're smitten.

18. Philadelphia International Airport finished as the No. 1 best airport for making a love connection, according to an online survey.

19. According to mathematical theory, we should date a dozen people before choosing a long-term partner; that provides the best chance that you'll make a love match.

20. A man's beard grows fastest when he anticipates sex.

21. Every Valentine's Day, Verona, the Italian city where Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet took place, receives around 1,000 letters addressed to Juliet.

21. When we get dumped, for a period of time we love the person who rejected us even more, says Dr. Helen Fisher of Rutgers University and author of Why We Love. The brain regions that lit up when we were in a happy union continue to be active.

22. People telling the story of how they fell in love overwhelmingly believe the process is out of their control.

23. Familiarity breeds comfort and closeness … and romance.

24. One in five long-term love relationships began with one or both partners being involved with others.

25. OK, this one may not surprise you, but we had to share it: Having a romantic relationship makes both genders happier. The stronger the commitment, the greater the happiness!

how i miss em.
also how coincidental that i just yesterday restarted my pokemon red version.
i am IN with the times.
oh yeah.

I took a shot of five hour energy about a half an hour ago. Does this shit really last five hours? Will this be five hours of liquid mutated and radioactive crack in a bottle of Through the Looking Glass proportions? If so then WTF. I heard this girl drank this shit and woke up a day later in someone else's (house) with no recollection of the previous day. Sounds like an afternoon.
I did it because I napped for a while hoping to wake up in the middle of this D&D game and be able to say, "AH! My friends are almost done being mouth breathers! Only another four hours until they stop and we go see some midnight Wall-E action!". Lo and behold, they had yet to start. So the five hour energy shot was to entertain me. How do I describe this feeling running through my ears and finger tips? I think Div really put it best: "HO-LEE-SHIT" sounds about right.
In the mean time, I'm power reading through Penny Arcade. I come to this little beauty as I hear my idiot boyfriend and my awesome yet idiotic game friends play their stupid number based combat--and I'm interrupted by being questioned about my lasagna. Did I somehow obtain lasagna? WHEN DID I GET LASAGNA?!
son of a bitch.

anyway, the point of this blog is to bring attention to this strip...





I would be Gabe if it weren't for the fact that I CAN'T FEEL MY WRISTS AND BY THEREFORE HAVE NO MEANS OF DRIVING AWAY FROM THIS WRETCHED PLACE.

    Warped Tour is an annual event I like to avoid for many reasons including, but not limited to, the colourful crowd, the not so happy music, the disorganization, the heat, etc etc. This year, however, I could not give a fuck about any of these inconsequential factors. Reason being? My beloved mc chris. I, of course, as a devoted fan, will attend any and all shows put on by Mr. Ward if I can get there in a reasonable amount of time or if I can arrange an overnight stay. San Francisco is not a stretch, nor is it difficult, thus providing me an easy location to visit my hero.I had attended Warped Tour for the first time in 2004 with all intention of enjoying every minute of it. I can't remember now if I did. This year, I not only came to realize how much disdain I had for myself four years ago, but also the terrible urge to somehow go back in time and kick my own ass. These realizations were briefly dwelled upon as I walked amongst the dirty, overweight, eyeliner smeared crowd of misunderstood youth. There were much more important matters at hand such as finding the mc chris merch table, and my co-pilot and I were determined. We finally spotted it and made our way over, greeting the roadie and making small talk. Shortly after our arrival, the wind picked up, and it wasn't until then that I realized the tent was nigger rigged with fucking zipties. My cohort and I quickly came to aid, holding down the legs, pulling the cover back over the edges, making sure the flimsy piece of shit didn't fly away on us. I then was immediately self-appointed as tent stake and stood holding the leg. Kit and I made sure everything was secure, then glanced down at the products, discussing purchases to be made. The roadie was grateful for our help and it was shown by the price he gave me for the collection of items I bought. I was, in turn, quite grateful. After holding onto the leg for a while longer and figuring out where the stage for mc chris would be, I left my post to go find said stage so that we would be prepared.     We walked in that general direction when I discovered that Warped Tour is a giant "your team" game that no one can really lose at. Kit was blessed with the heavy set ones, when I was graced with the ones that were seemingly lacking intelligence by the way they dressed and spoke. The Game entertained us for the rest of our stay.After finding the correct stage, we headed back to the merch table to find our dear roadie friend holding the leg while trying to handle a crowd and their transactions. I decided to get back to my post. He was grateful. We stayed there. We stood there for two hours. The roadie disappeared for long periods of time, but we stayed. At some point, I was searching the crowd for some heinous asshole to put on Kit's team when I hear him whisper, "B, look. It's him". My head whips around so fast that I almost stumble. And there he was. Just as I remembered him. He was wearing black Dickies shorts and a black Thor t-shirt and, of course, his MC hat. He was leaning to the roadie and they exchange words. I smile the shittiest smile as I grip the leg of the tent in excitement. He then, at that moment, looks up at me. As we make eye contact, I realize that I'm smiling the shittiest smile and I turn away. I take a deep breath and look back as the roadie gestures towards Kit and I. My heart skips and I look away again, telling Kit not to look. He nudges me towards him and I shake my head in mild panic. I glance back over to him and he goes to a couple men, handing them cds. After a few moments he walks past us. I exhale and watch the 5'5" backpack hunched rapper disappear into the crowd. I get back my nerves and compose myself. Kit and I hold the fort down until the show. About a half an hour before he gets onto the stage, we inform the roadie that we would be leaving now and we set up a box to rest on the tiny foot of the leg.
    We make our way over and Kit departs to grab food. We agree to rendezvous at the stage. As I make my way over, I spot him, talking with some fans and taking pictures. I take a couple steps back and lean against a chain link fence and watch as he excuses himself from the fans to just walk to the other side of the stage to watch the current performance. I pull out my Star Wars book and get a little reading done while I wait for Kit, wondering if the mc remembered me at all. Probably not. I looked much different then. I wore my glasses then and had red hair and bangs, not to mention I wore much baggier clothes. Today, in this terribly hot weather, I am wearing shorts and my wonderful vg cats shirt that says "zombie food" tied up just above my mid drift and, of course, my aviators. I don't expect him to recognize me, I think to myself, but I'll mention Berkeley during the meet and greet. Kit comes up to me and I nod in the direction of the mc, who is now disappearing behind the stage. He tries to convince me to go talk to him, but I remind Kit that he's probably getting ready for the show, running lines through his head, etc. At one point, the tent there starts to blow away. I run to its aid (a frequent occurance as of late) and take one side when, lo and behold, mc takes the other. We restore the peace and part ways, saying nothing to eachother. After dropping off our things at a bagsitter booth, Kit and I discuss strategies for getting a good spot. We decide to part ways and reserve an area as we noted the amount of mc chris fans that were starting to gather (and my god will you know an mc chris fan when you see one). The band ends, the crowd cheers and starts to dispurse. I use my ninja skills to my advantage. I duck in and hug the four foot gate separating the crowd from the stage. I look around and spot my co-pilot. He comes up behind me. I look up and realize that I am front row dead center stage. I was in, quite literally, the perfect spot. The crowd fills up behind us and I'm as giddy as a fat kid in a candy store. This was it. This is what I came for. This is what I've been looking forward to since February. This was perfect.
    He gets onstage and sets up and gets the crowd pumped up. He starts with OMC, and the irony of that song wouldn't set in until the end of the day. I rap with him. Every word. I fill every gap. He pauses for a line and I give it to him. There is nothing between us but that gate, but he can hear me. No one else could rap every word like I could. Nobody else was. I was on fucking target. During one song, he glances down and catches my eye and my mouth moves to the words that come out of his. He takes note. He knows that I know. At the end of the song, he turns to his laptop where Wiid is about to be played. He stops it abruptly and I hear the beginning of nrrrd grrrl. I start to rap with him. And then he gets to a particular line: "She's wordy and verbose, Prolific and prone to prose..." and continues forth...but is looking right at me. Not just looking at me, leaning in. He's making eye contact. He's rapping for me. My eyes widen behind my aviators as Kit nudges me from behind. He saw it too. We both knew it. He was rapping for me. mc chris was rapping for me. He breaks his gaze and continues, coming back to me once more before the song ends.
    The rest of the show is amazing. He plays almost all of my favourite songs like Tractorbeam, DQ Blizzard, Reeces, mcchris is dead, and On*. It was amazing. I continued to rap everything with him and even complete a rap when he runs out of breath. Between songs, he explains these USB wristbands you can buy that has his entire performance on it. The show was basically being recorded through the mic and we could upload it onto out computers. I made a mental note. At the end of his set, he finishes with his crowd favourite, Fett's Vett. I rap with him with sentimentality. Fett's Vett was the first mc chris song I ever memorized. If there was a Fett's Vett rap contest, I would win it hands down. He gets to the last verse of the song and suddenly jumps off stage. I watch him and smile and he props up on the gate. Standing on it. Leaning his torso against my shoulder. And that's when it happened. It was so quick and so smoothe, but I hear, "The sith wish that they had a dick so hard..." and then a microphone is swiftly aimed at my mouth, and as quickly as this happens, I finish for him, "...cuz it's long long ago in a pussy far far". I rapped with him.I rapped with mc chris.He knew I knew the words. He did it for me. He saw me. He heard me. He let me finish his line. Everything after that is like a daze. Like a dream almost. I was so high on life. My legs were numb. I couldn't believe it. I fantasized about shit like that and it had just happened. I was so giddy. I remember Kit and mc chris high fiving over me before he returned to the stage. I remember the people next to me telling me how awesome that was. I was out of breath. I was dehydrated. I sounded like shit but goddammit I rapped with my hero. Kit and I make our way back to the merch booth for the meet and greet. We stand back, waiting for the line to die down. I was still in a daze and out of breath. Kit and I chatter excitedly about how awesome the show was until mc was basically alone. The tent starts acting up again and I take my spot. Kit takes over and I walk up to mc chris. I touch his arm to get his attention and smile. We talk. We chat. He signs my cd for me. I then ask him how long he'll be in the city for. He says it's only for that night. I tell him that's a bummer and then he looks up at me, dropping the polite almost fake tone, looks me dead in the eye, and says, "Don't you have a boyfriend?". I grin and say, "We'd still like to kick it." He smiles and looks down, and finishes signing my cd. We take a picture together and I give him one last hug. Kit and I leave the table and find some water and discuss the conversation I had with mc. About halfway through, I realize that I forgot to give him my Revenge of the Jedi button. We go back and I ask the roadie to give it to him. He assures me and pockets it. I hope mc chris got my gift, but there's no doubt in my mind that he did. Kit and I left Warped Tour and headed to the Warf to play some arcades. We play Time Crisis II and I play House of the Dead III (best shooter ever). After owning some zombies, we get back to the ferry. We sit back and examine mc chris' signature and see something written in leet. After about five minutes of staring, I realize he wrote "N3RD" on my cd. Below it is a big heart. My smile grows when I realize that nrrrd grrrl really was for me, or at least it felt like it.
And I can say with the utmost confidence that June 21st 2008 is deemed as one of the best days I've ever had.

-To every girl who is looking for true love.
-To every girl that is herself no matter what.
-To every girl that dresses cute not skanky.
-To every girl who wants to be called beautiful not hot.
-To every girl that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect birthday present for you.
-To every girl who gets her heart broken because he chose the whore instead.
-To every girl who is nice to everyone no matter who they are.
-To every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend.
-To every girl that wont settle for the jerk.

-To every girl who would just like once to be treated like a princess.

-To every girl that wont get down on her knees and open her mouth just to get a boyfriend.
-To every girl that just wants to holds hands.
-To every girl that kisses him with meaning.
-To every girl who just wishes he cared.
-To every girl who would just once want a guy to give their jacket up when they are cold.
-To every girl who just wants him to call.
-To every girl who wastes her day waiting by the phone.
-To every girl that just wants to cuddle
-To every girl that is scared to put her heart out there again because she has been hurt so many times.
-To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back.
-To every girl that thought maybe this could be the one.
-To every girl that believes in her dreams.
-To every girl that would do anything so she could achieve them.
-To every girl that laughs at stupid stuff when she actually does think it is funny.
-To every girl that gave her heart only to have it shoved back in her face.

This one is for you.

educate yourself.

coddington is fuking ghetto.
i did not realise this until today
but i do realise how good i am at smash.
only with pikachu (pound25) though
latashnar ish playin gta4
and i are stole volvo
pizze.

little bitch.

and the fucking game play on Zelda blows ass. I wish she was as cool as Sheik but nevermind that. I made some sweet purchases yesterday.
1) Wii carrying case
2) X-Men 1.5
3) Penny Arcade Vo. 2
4) Penny Arcade Vo. 3
5) Zombie Tales

WHY ARE DAYS SO FUCKING SHORT? I should go back to being an insomniac. Days lasted weeks. I really should. Because driving everywhere blows ass. I had to restrain myself from buying Twilight Princess. I should not have to restrain myself. But then again, I am still paying off my Wii. I am also ignoring my adult responsibilities:
1) Pay off Wii (about half way done)
2) Go to bank and find out why the FUCK my debit code doesn't work
3) Pay off medical bill
4) Clean my car

The fourth actually isn't priority but I needed a fourth. Oh wait...

5) Figure out shit with my credit card.


Goddammit. Being a grown-up is gay. But eating's not.
I will be insomniac now.
As of today.
I am going to safeway for rockstars.
And then to a coffee shop for tea.
And then to any corner on Santa Rosa Ave for some crack.
And then maybe I'll steal a car.
Then find a hooker....


Wait. I could get the rockstars and tea (and what the hell, the crack too) and just get GTA4.

Sounds like an afternoon + evening + morning + afternoon + evening + eventual immune system shutdown leading to ENGAGE.

let it begin.

June
13- The Incredible Hulk
20- Get Smart
27- Wanted, Wall-E

July
2- Gonzo, Hancock
11- Hellboy 2
18- Dark Knight

August
8- Pineapple Express
15- Tropic Thunder, Clone Wars

Wanted rant to come at a later time. For now...Game Day.