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"You know, I once got a head massage from a small Chilean man."

Here are some choice quotes from the aforementioned documentary:

Walter Day: I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to be the center of attention. I wanted the glory, I wanted the fame. I wanted the pretty girls to come up and say, "Hi, I see that you're good at Centipede."

Roy Schildt aka Mr. Awesome: Everything would've fell right into place, but he forgot about one thing: About me convincing Steve Wiebe not to be a chump, talking him out of chumpatizing himself.

Billy Mitchell: No matter what I say, it draws controversy. It's sort of like the abortion issue.

Jillian Wiebe: Work is for people who can't play video games.

Jillian Wiebe: I never knew that the Guinness World Record Book was so... I never knew it was so important.
Steve Wiebe: I guess a lot of people are... yeah, a lot of people read that book.
Jillian Wiebe: [while directly looking at Steve, her father] Some people sort of ruin their lives to be in there.

As you can see, young Jillian Wiebe (she must have been between 10 and 12 years old) possesses quite the biting wit.

...I love you all!

Also, I'm working on an essay.

Babies eating lemons.

There are few greater joys in life than I Can Has Cheezburger.com.

This is a seriously amazing documentary.

Ironically, the first morning that the sun came out at 6 am (no fog!), I woke up and realized I have a sore throat.

I recorded a tune of mine last night, and when I imported the song on my computer, iTunes automatically labelled it as 2pac's "Dear Mama".

I am sick. My voice sounds funny.

Just so you know, I've been marking most of my recent (and more lengthy) posts as friends only.

...because Emily got her license!!! Yup. There was this embarassing moment at the beginning of the driving test when I couldn't turn the car on, but that's ok! I'm a legal driver now. Wheee.

I'm leaving for Japan in a week, and then I only have a week after I get back before I have to run off to school. Having typed that, I feel quite shocked.

Last night I dreamt that I'd found a collapseable wicker bird cage; it was a tiny thing, but still bought two birds to put in it, a yellow one and a greenish black one. To transport them home, I ended up wrapping them in brown paper towels, stuffing them into these clear plastic envelopes, and then putting them in a blue plastic bag. Obviously this is a horribly cruel way to treat animals, but that didn't occur to me in my dream.

At home I opened the wicker cage, unwrapped the birds, and put them into the cage. All the while my hands were being pecked by these birds because they were really angry, especially the black one. After some struggles, I got the two birds into the cage, only to find that they'd turned into spiders, one yellow and one shiny-green-black. I woke up brushing off my arm as the black one crawled down my wrist.

Creepy. As usual, I wonder what it means...