Heather Sucks Because She Can't Write Anything Worth Reading Without First Handwriting A Draft, Then Transferring It To The Computation Device

I am officially nerdier than my father was in high school. I never thought I'd see the day.

So, who watched the Super Bowl yesterday? Just kidding; I don't really care. I, for one, did not. I was far too busy playing Magic: The Gathering with my wizard mates: Eye Vay, Tanner "The Pants" Hyde, and Alexander the Mediocre (Partial pseudonyms have been used). It was pretty flippin' sweet, if I do say so myself. Such topics as how much being a mage in Dragon Age sucks, the merits of Fable II vs. Fable III, and our shared excitment about the release of the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (FUCKYEAHNOVEMBER11THBEYOTCH) were discussed, and the night concluded with an obligatory viewing of Donnie Darko. Sure, Eye Vay and myself have seen it about fifteen times already, but Mr. Pants revealed that he had never seen it, and we decided that just wouldn't do (Side note: I like your boobs). 

And there was much rejoicing.

I won't go into any more detail, except to say that Eye Vay apparently has some major incest issues in her family.

Well, now I HAVE to go into more detail, don't I? I can't just leave that last statement without any explanation...

The scene: Eye Vay's living room. Tanner is lounging on the sofa, I am standing, trying to get Tanner to quit his lounging so I can sit down, and Eye Vay is sitting on the edge of the coffee table (Alexander has already gone home for the night).

The story: I don't remember exactly what we were talking about, but basically, Eye Vay was telling Tanner and me a story about how her brother once rubbed his feet all over her head, and she's been scarred ever since. That in and of itself is not so noteworthy. What is noteworthy is how Eye Vay described her thoughts at the time of the foot-rubbing. It went something like this...

"And I wanted to scream, but I just kept telling myself, 'Big girls don't scream!'"

The rest of the story doesn't really matter much. In fact, I don't even think we heard it, as both Tanner and I were practically falling over each other, we were laughing so hard. We generally have a lot of fun at Eye Vay's expense, but that doesn't mean we don't love her!

So concludes my epic Magic: The Gathering adventure. It was oodles of fun, and I hope to do it again soon (as long as Eye Vay tells us more stories about her brother molesting her with his feet, because she doesn't, I'm out).

Eye Vay's blog: http://www.donniedarkospants.blogspot.com