Somewhere in Fargo…

Priorities:

Munchies - Food is necessary to live.

Feeding the Rats - Rats need food like we do.

Gaming - Condemed 2, Warhammer: Battle March, Command & Conquer 3, Dark Sector, Spectral Force 3, Universe at War: Earth Assault and Viking Battle for Asgard. All coming out this month. We cannot spare a minute if we are to play them all.

Whatever:

School - Bill Gates was a college dropout.

Job - If you get fired, there are always other fast food joints. and they are always hiring.

Everything Else - Who cares.

That is all.

If you want to maintain your weight, don’t let them see you eat. Just kidding.

Before I start, I would like to point out that this is not a paid endorsement, aside from SparkPoints which get me virtual SparkTrophies that really have no practical application in the free world. I am sharing what works for me when it comes to keeping myself in shape. I have been using SparkPeople for about a month and a half for fitness maintenance, and I have been absolutely thrilled with it. I have been blessed with a great metabolism that aptly compensates for my love for good food, but I think that maintaining a healthy eating habits and an exercise routine is a good thing. SparkPeople’s tools are really awesome for keeping me informed on how I’m doing with my quest for a healthy lifestyle. Now I get to cringe at entering yesterday’s pizza consumption into my nutrition tracker. OUCH! If you wish to visit SparkPeople, check out the banner below. Later!

I can’t live without my cell phone, for reals. It’s so much easier to talk to people when you don’t have to look at them. I mean, does anyone really want to deal with people after a shyte day at Taco Smell? Anyhew, Glenn and I used to call each other all the time, but it seems to get Jooj’s panties tied up in a bunch. (Heh! Now that’s a visual.) I don’t have any idea why, though, because it’s not like we’re wasting daytime minutes. I mean, we have free mobile to mobile minutes and stuff, so it’s not like we’re wasting our minutes when we call each other to get stuff done around the apartment, like passing the chips or the salsa. I wish she didn’t get all pissy, but you know, women… Oh well, Glenn and I have a better system now. We now text each other, so its harder for Joojet to notice and get all high and mighty about us not talking face to face. That’s way better for us.

Vas will be out on vacation at the beginning of December, but Thien was kind enough to get the comic here early.  Although Loki Kaspari will be checking on our ads while Vas is gone, but we won’t be answering comments until she returns.  Thanks for your patience.

- Somewhere in Fargo Staff.

I had to listen to my brother didn’t I? “I bet you can pay off your house sooner if you rent your spare bedroom to me. Hell, rent the basement to other people too and you’ll be rich.” Hypothetically, it is a splendid idea and I don’t have to pay any money out of pocket. Unfortunately, Radley is as proficient at holding a job, as he is with sticking to a major. You would think that someone who has attended college for six years would at least have an associates degree. College isn’t that hard. I started with the PSO program during my junior year of high school, about three years ago and I’m almost done with my double major in International Business and Political Science. Radley really needs to get the boot and make something of himself. Of course, if I do kick him out, our family will lay a horrible guilt trip on me. I consider myself logical, but I am no match against my passive aggressive parents or my crying sister. Lauren is truly the champion of pathetic wailing.

I did not become a member of the MSUS College Libertarians, or get a job as a telephone fundraiser for the Heritage Foundation, to subsidize housing for an able-bodied man with the motivation of a sloth. If I wanted to help lazy leeches, I would’ve voted for the Democrats or joined the PETA Mollusk Rescue Campaign.

Glenn freeloads as well. Thankfully, his father pays for his rent. As long as I get the money, I don’t care where it comes from. Joojet and Sammy rent part of the house as well, but at least they try to work hard to stay on top of things.

I sometimes wonder if the loss of privacy is worth the money. Joojet is quite considerate about giving me my space. The rest of my roommates are annoying busybodies; my brother in particular. Who I date, how I present myself, and other such personal parts of my life, are no one’s business but my own. So why is it that these provincial idiots are so obsessed with my private life? Is there nothing better for them to do here in Fargo than going to the bars and spreading gossip? Perhaps, I would rather not know the answer to that.

My roommates are dorks. They have NO consideration for my privacy whatsoever. It might be okay for women to not wear clothes in some countries and in stupid movies and videos, but darn it, I’m a nice, Lutheran Korean girl from Bismarck. I am not some cleavagey pagan gamer Germanoscandihoovian girl from Fargo. I swear, I sometimes wonder if Fargo boys have metal skin, because they sure never seem to get the hint when you slap them for being pervy. Glenn and Sammy really need girlfriends, but if they keep being stupid, it will never be me.

I sometimes wonder how I ended up in this crazy town. If Concordia College weren’t so darn good, and Taco Smell didn’t pay so little, I would totally move to Moorhead and live in my own apartment. Then again, it is Moorhead and who wants to live there. The shopping there kind of stinks (even without the sales tax on clothes) and the only people to hang out with are either boring, or weird. Then again, that’s kind of like Fargo. At least the malls are awesome here and all built within the last five years, especially in West Fargo.

My First Crush, an animation by Julia Pott.  It made me all gushy and sappy.

Here’s a freaky story for ya: Back in 2000 this one friend from Russia, Ike, gave me an LP that was pressed on x-ray film with some of the weirdest music that I’ve ever heard. He explained that only 75 first edition copies of “Monday” were ever made. He had two copies and he thought I would appreciate it the history behind such a rarity of metal, rather than be a buttwipe and sell it on ebay. He was right. (more…)