Friends, cont.

So, before I continue with the listing off of my friends, I'd just like to let everyone know that The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness showed up in the mail today and I'm... omg whoa excited. It's not part of my project, but since none of those books have showed up yet, I've taken the liberty of starting it. I've just finished the first part, and so far, it's spectacular. Of course, I quit there so that I could take the time to do a quick blog before maybe reading a few more chapters before going to bed. However, I did leave off at a massive cliffhanger, so this is probably going to be insanely rushed.

Anyway, moving on.

Alex Mager (pronounced Major), also known as “Mager”, and “Bob Dole”, only because we have two Alexes (see previous post). However, while he's also a card and anime nerd, he is a lot more talkative than my manfriend. Not only that, but he falls a lot more on the hippie side of the spectrum.

Now, I'm of the opinion that every individual should have a friend that, when the two of you start thinking alike, everyone should get scared. Mager is that friend for me, and here's why: I can come up with the basic idea of something, and then Mager is able to completely develop it so that together, we can figure out how to get it done. When we put our minds to it, we could easily give 4chan a run for their money and get our kicks by completely mindfucking people. He's one of my most quotable friends, and, so far, my favorite is probably “You know why Hitler originally started burning books? 'Cause he got an advanced copy of Twilight.” Trust me, he'll probably make several appearances in this blog.

Pikachu, also known as “Kyle”. Some of you may be thinking Kami, why did you put his nickname first, when with the others, you gave their real names and then stated their nicknames? My, how observant of you, dear reader! The answer is simple: I had no idea what this kid's name was until I'd already known him for about three months.

As weird as this may sound, it's actually fairly normal for me – I'm absolutely horrible with names; I mean, I have to ask someone what their name is five or six times before it sticks, and even then, if something happens where I don't see you for a week or something like that... you may as well prepare yourself to be assaulted with another five or six “er... really sorry, but uh... what's your name again?” Honestly, show me a picture of somebody I saw once three or four years ago and then stick them in front of me after they've cut off all their hair, dyed it and gotten a face tattoo or something, and I'd know who they are within seconds. However, tell me your name, and about fifteen minutes later, I'm trying to figure out how to ask you again without looking like a total douche.

But I digress, back to Pikachu. He's my go-to guy for piggy back rides and geeking out about viral videos on youtube. Together, we geek out about cheesecake filling on double chocolate chip muffins from Subway, steers me on the ice while screaming “SAIL, FAILBOAT, SAIL!” because I walk like a drunken newborn giraffe when snow is thrown into the equation. While I only see him two days a week, a lot of good times are made between the two of us.


Aaaaaand, I'm out of steam for the night. More tomorrow.