Yesterday was so fun. Kicking ass on Halo 2, ONLINE! (I was using my cousin's account, NJHunZ, and was the guest, so if you remember me, HAHAHA, I PROBABLY KICKED YOUR FUCKING ASS, LOSERS!!), and I also preordered a PSP from America which I should hopefully be getting within the fortnight. Get in!

Anyway, friend mention number 2: Miss One-Four-Seven/Florence/vivô. Another close friend of mine, she feels as though she can talk to me about anything, and naturally I feel the same as I can trust her, as she doesn't go around spreading shit. Yeah, most of my close friends don't do that, such as Cloey and Rik-Rik, but Florence definately doesn't, nor would I spread shit around about her. I respect, and love, our friendship quite a lot, and she's another person I also want to keep in touch with. I'd be gutted if we didn't.

On another note, you'll probably notice that most of my closest friends are actually female. Well..there's no real reason for that, they just are.

Oh, and I must mention this: The dumbness of people who work on fairgrounds. Some kid, he must have been 15, came into work today to trade in a PS2 game for another one (those who are in the least interested, it was Max Payne 2 for Mortal Kombat Deception). As he was trading in, we have to ask him to fill in three grey boxes; one for name, one for address and another for a signiture.

Well, he manages the name bit, but then stands there looking at the address box, going "erm..err.." Here's what happened afterwards (btw, Gary is my cuz, and the dude serving the kid):

Gary: "Just put your address here please"
Kid: "Yeah, but..erm.."
Gary: "Well where do you live?"
Kid: "Very far away, because I work on the fair."
Gary: "Well just put 'Fair' down then, and sign it."
Kid: "OK...How dya spell 'Fair'?"

Erm...DUMBASS! Just so you're now aware, all fairground workers are inbred and are NOT educated in anything other than spinning waltzers, operating fairground rides and asking people to "scream if they wanna go faster".

Night people
-=Gav=-