Right now, Kim, Ayrton and I are at Josh's house, and we all want to use the computers. I managed to snag the totally 1337 G4 tower, while Kim struggles with the iBook and trackpad, and MacinJosh huffs and puffs on a dreaded Windows machine. Ayrton is playing with the Gaydar game on the Palm Pilot.
We went laser tagging earlier, and I came in third place (out of four people). I know that it isn't a great ranking, but I thought that it was funny that I beat out Ayrton, who had ironically code-named himself "The Greatest Ever." And I didn't even break a sweat. Still, that didn't stop me from insisting that I was boiling hot and that we needed to stop at Wired Monk so I could get a mocha frappe. After I downed the large amounts of caffiene, I put up my new roller disco layout, and we watched "A Knight's Tale." I kept asking what was up with the princess' hair, because she alternated between looking electrocuted, like a bad throwback to the 1980's, or like it had been attacked by some wild animal.
Now I'm being antisocial and ignoring everyone as I write this entry. That's okay, though, because they're being antisocial, too.
I still have to go take my knowledge test to go get my learner's license, but since I'm not nineteen yet I have to somehow get my mom and some money down to the DMV so I can take the test. This seems a bit doubtful, because my mom will probably give me the money but not want to come sign the papers so I can take the test. Maybe I should just lie and say that I've moved out and I'm not living with my parents...