Okay, so I'm fighting Ocelot. He's a pretty good shot, I admit, but I swear he's only doing it to impress Snake. The thing about all this that I love is that Ocelot keeps pumping his gun when he reloads and it looks like he's stroking it off. He keeps talking about the "tension" and how "astounding" it is.

To top it all off, the music in this fight sounds like a bad porno soundtrack.

Anyway, last night Carolyn, Colin, Caleb and I went to Colin's house for swimming, a movie (Cradle 2 the Grave. It sounds stupid, but it was actually really good and only reaffirms my love for Jet Li) and supper... and then we went to go see Land of the Dead at Rainbow. It was good, but I suppose one should see the first three in the series before you really get a great appreciation of it. I thought it was okay, but I wouldn't have seen it in regular theatres. After the movie, we went out for wings and french fries at the Poacher's Arms. I think we freaked the waiter out with my hat of change. :D

All in all, it was much fun.

I had a dream last night that not only crossed over The Simpsons and King of the Hill (and I don't even like King of the Hill), but also included Homer and Dale discovering their undying love for eachother. SO fucking bizarre. No more wings before bed, I think.

Now, I must go back to kicking Ocelot's ass. This is where my desire for all battles being "fought" with sex comes in.