Check, check, double check:

Interior Crocodile Alligator vs. The Reward is Cheese? Check

Worked Invesco Field yesterday? Check

Met the girl of my dreams? Double Check

Invesco Field (First Day):

Yeah! Everyone's getting pumped for the big game. There's so much faith put in for the broncos. Only problem? This was at least 4 hours afte we arrived. Those four hours were full of running around, freezing and taking inventory. Series of events are listed below:

- Arrive at north lot of Coors Field

- Catch shuttle heading to Invesco

- Get off, pass security pat-downs in less than a minute

- Sweet! Finally in...oh wait

- Scream. Now I have to wait 30 minutes for dad to get stuff from vault

Meanwhile, on Level 0 (my level)...

- Cheerleaders

- Cheerleaders

- MOAR cheerleaders.

...whoa. If only I had the guts to talk to one of them...

OH! BUT I DID!

- Casual conversation started by asking them who they are (yeah, durr) and feeling G.

Ok, dad's back. Heading back up to our stand

- Didn't get club concessions, but that's okay, we're working merch!

- Note of caution: Take the freight elevator. It's the law (apparently).

- Open up shop...it's cold....both the stand and colorado.

- Taking inventory!

- Two other people working our stand started inventory. Their dumbasses decided to leave because someone got 'sick'. Not only did this take away two of our employees, but also the only beerstand worker we had. THAT'S THE MAJOR SELLER. Figured out later that they just ditched the game. I'm never forgiving them.

- Re-taking inventory thanks to their stupidity.

- Open! By now, it's noon. Kickoff's in two hours. SONOFA....

- Nevertheless, we got customers...quite a bit

- Try 200 before kickoff. SCORE.

- Selling and living and fighting and falling and flying and growing and playing and praying and pushing and rising (I heart W.G.), finally it's kickoff!
- Due to some technical malfunction, the wireless card swipe machine logs off leaving the technical error "Ethernet connection failed". Yeah, someone's about to get their ass kicked.

- Our 'handy' supervisor informs us that glitch happens "every game due to broadband overload". Really, Invesco? You'd think 2001's technology would get an overhaul, especially when the machine's only at version 1.1....

- Still going good without being super cold or hungry.

- Other heartfelt employees at our stand tell me and dad to head off for a break.

- We disagree for a minute

- We fight over it for at least 5 minutes

- Okay, dad gives up. Nice thing is that meal vouchers are redeemable at club seating concessions. YES! Living in luxury :)

- Two burgers later, I'm full and ready to work.

- Time's about 3...just a few minutes before half time.

- No more foam hats? WHY? Apparently, people are getting mad over them. YES, mad over foam hats. Only in America..

- Halftime through the end of third quarter was sale after sale after sale. To imagine, if we had our beer cart open, we'd make at least FOUR times as much. DAMN :/

- End of third period; no more beer sales....figures.

- Broncos are down two touchdowns, by the end of fourth, they PULL IT BACK UP!

- Me: =D YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!! *jumping*

- Everyone else: ...who the hell is that kid?

- Fourth quarter and all drunkards aside, time to finish inventory. Yes, that means me counting everything AGAIN.

The time's 8:00. We're done, and so is the stadium. Everyone heads to the shuttle (freezing, but now the shuttle's warm and cozy), and we all head back to our cars in the Coors Field parking lot.

- Get off

- Greeted by old man, borderline mooch approach, but reassuring attitude.

- Drive off in a cold jeep to finish my essay paper (8 pages in 2 hours, BOO YEAH! Planning ahead FTW).

Key points:

- Employees there are NICE. Super nice; I would've never expected it.

- Streakers have it easy; north gates are just about as open as your mom's...yeah.

- Wireless transmissions just about run the whole facility. That's right. Culture jamming couldn't be easier over an aging 2001 system. Believe me...

That's it. Can't wait to see what happens next week...

IDEAS POPPING OUT OF MY HEAD

THINGS I HAVE TO REMIX/CLASH EVENTUALLY:

- Rock The Casbah - The Clash

- Sade - Smooth Operator

- Interior Crocodile Aligator (Chip Da Ripper) vs. The Reward is Cheese (deadmau5)

- Lady (Parts 1,2) - Isley Brothers

In the meantime, I'm building up my acapella library.

(and watching Michael Gray's "Weekend" on repeat. Damn, that chicks one hot POA)

YEAAAH!

NEW SHOES!

YES!

YES!!!

OH YES!!!!!

(BTW totally stickin' to adidas now)

Here, fatty fatty...

I could care less if you're an attention whore
Literally, it's bugging me and everyone else.

Quit texting me at random intervals just saying "hey" or "whats up" or "you should come to my work"

I'm not going to respond to your stupid FWD:FWD:FWD messages. I don't care if there's a picture of a dead baby on my screen, I'm not going to talk to you. For all I can care, you can explode and no one would really notice. They'd just notice a missing gravitational pull and the loss of a great amount of B.O.

Just...fix yourself up, for your own sake, not for me or anyone else.

EDIT: Wow...that was stupid...

So, she counted totals (points out of certain points) instead of percentages...

Still, she finally got those assignments this morning

YES

I'm up to a 95% now. Good enough for me

/end rant

Wow, THIS is just bad...

So I looked at my grades today. 70 percent in health?? That's not right!

Before the presented picture, I'm not assuming the following:

- The teacher has a grudge against me

- The teacher made this 'mishap' on purpose

- A bell curve is shooting my score down

Here's Exhibit A (click image to enlarge):

I did a basic average add-up. As you can see, I'm being given 70 percent for this class. Divide that total by 11; things don't add up!

I should be at a 76 percent (which, at my school counts as passing).

I also know for a fact that it's not the mistake of the web app, as, mentioned on the bottom, a teacher can apply their own 'weighting' to a grade final. Fair? I call bullshit.

Just thought I'd say something. Tomorrow, she'll be presented with a printout and a teacher-violation threat.

*NOTE: I claim this as my own property, so in the chance that any administrator finds this, I can lawfully say it's my personal, revealed property. Small print sure sucks, doesn't it, teacher?

Ok, nostalgia time!

0:41 to 0:45

I'm not sure what is is about that clippet (other than it's the almighty himself), but during those buildups, I feel a sense of nostalgia. I remember it from my childhood, I just don't remember what specifically, when it happened, or anything other than that. It's the beat and synth, and that's what triggers it. I think the font on "I heart house" also triggered it for me.

All I can remember is that the sound is very quantized, almost too much, and may sounds as if it may be off by microseconds. There must be a name for it!!! It's driven me to make electro house, and I have plenty more examples of this!

GAAAAAH.

I HAVE CLAIMED MY FONT!!!

Eurostile, bitch!

Also, I'm trying to get a working version of this song. I always think up of vids before songs...is that bad? Maybe I'd make the next Hans Zimmerman (or better: Joel).

Check it:

I'm tired of being the scum on the bottom of the barrel.
I'm tired of clingy, no life brats chasing for a dream they'll never get.
I'm sick of getting the bottom-of-the-barrel deals on anything,
regarding or not regarding women.

Even more, I'm tired of not "having it my way" more often

So what do I do? Change things up!

I say things the way they are, and I feel damn good about it.
Hell, I'll even leave many things unchanged.
Both ways, I'm getting what I see as "the truth" out there.
Even if this means offending people, I'll do it for my own sake.

People really need to listen when I'm being an asshole, because I'm making a point.
It may not be a reasonable, valid reason, but it's an uncensored and raw perspective, which is up for debate whenever.
I may be nice, but simply put, I'm going to let far less people take advantage of that.

Oh, and I use grammar in an extensive and accurate manner, unlike people who use it as useless communication. Learn to write, ass-hats. If there's nothing else that demonstrates your active state of intelligence, it's how you use the language you grew up using (or have been using for a long time). I've seen foreign students in community schools do better with broken english compared to scum like you people (YES, YOU PEOPLE).

While I'm at it, I hate people who seriously have power problems (as in they feel too powerful).
It's bad enough that you have to hawk over a classroom of working, diligent students, but it's even worse that you have to passively spread your ideas and personal thoughts amongst them. You're paid; we get it. That doesn't give you the power to make us your mindless drones. Shut up and do what you're really paid to do. (That doesn't include being a bitch, okay?)

I've done some really nice things, but lately, I've noticed that people I've swollen my mind over haven't even the attention span to notice I exist. I apologize partially; this is a mistake that I should've noticed far before I made it. I think this will tie in nicely with the "nice" factor. Simply put, there'll be a time when I just won't have time for you. Your time's coming up really soon.

- Mac

Wow, talk about Tl;dr...and Trolling (seriously, who'd read this?)