What an interesting day.  I got up, read some stupid shit people posted about today being 6-6-6.  To put it as Brandon Young said it, "Today isn't 6-6-6, it's 6-6-(20)06. Also, it's already happened twice before in the years 6 and 1006 and nothing happened then either. Of course, Jesus hadn't died yet in the year 6 so that doesn't really count even though it was the only real 6-6-6."  I also posted a bulletin about it, though it was dumb just like people that say something is going to happen today.  Oh it's Laura's birthday today, just so everyone knows.  Well back to some kind of storyline.  I guess it would be a blogline, new word for everyone to use, blogline.  So that movie came out today, don't remember what it was called because I saw the preview for it when I seen X-3 and I wasn't impressed.  And speaking about X-3 . . . where the hell was Gambit at?  Mon sheri, mon ami!  Fucking gay!

So I went to work, was falling asleep then lunch came.  We drove to the Popeye's.  I got some chicken.  2 pieces for 89 cent.  That's right cent, when you shop at Popeye's you don't get cents back.  They give you one piece of coin worth whatever your change was.  That or they just don't realize that cent means one piece of coin, fucking lower class America.  So I ate my chicken, my heart stopped twice.  I punched myself in the chest, it started back up both times.  Damn Popeye's.  Well then back to class.  "Y'nah."  That is what the teacher says.  "Y'nah." I use the word teacher loosely, I haven't learned anything yet, I'm going to fail.   I just stopped playing video games on Defconradio.com's forum.  Go check it out, I got 7 high scores.  Back again, I started my case, maybe 2 minutes into it and whamm.  What the fuck I yelled as I jumped out of my seat and knocked people over like they were a domino set.  See my seat in the class room is right beside a window which is about 2 1/2 feet across.  This window must have looked like a good place to park a maroon chevy sedan in.  Yes I think it was a chevy . . . American shit cars.  So she decided to park right beside my face.  I wouldn't have minded so much if she would have asked first . . . maybe given a little warning!  But no, she tried to park it in the window doing, I would say, 25-35 miles per hour.   Didn't end up so well.   After I realized it wasn't ninjas creating an entrance into the County Assistance Office to try and kill off all the case workers in training I went out to see if she was okay.  You know those ninjas, they hate giving tax money out to anyone, and they will stop at nothing to have their way. 

I'm out side now and I am beside this car that was only seconds ago very close to my face.  The lady is not awake.  She has her seat belt on . . . it helped.  There are about 5 people asking me if anyone if calling 911.  Well if you are so fucking worried why don't you go call it yourself . . . stupid fucking car scene groupies.  911 was called and they were on their way.  A nice lady from our training class knew Spanish and was helping "Maria" out.  I use quotation because I think "Maria" isn't a Spanish specking case worker and is actually a ninja and I am taking every precaution against this failed attack they just attempted.  They may have fooled everyone else . . . not me.  I start backing away.  I can feel my back has tightened up, my right arm is asleep and I have a little blood on my arms.  Nothing serious.  I'm fine.

The public servants do their job.  They get "Maria" into the ambulance.  She's on her way to the hospital.  Then they come to me, "Are you okay?  Do you want to go to the hospital?"  Why would I want to go to the hospital?  Did the ninjas get to the public servants too.  They keep insisting that I go to the hospital.  I keep refusing.  I know their games.  All of a sudden I see a figure speed walking towards the group that has gathered around the "injured".  At first I think it is an ape man come to finish the job the ninjas and "Maria" could not do.  Then I look again and I realize it is "T-bag" from our class.  T-bag looks angry . . . "Watch your mouths!"  I yell.  You could hear jaw bones snapping shut all around.  People knew the powers of T-bag.  Truly though, T-bag was a name he was given his first week because he drank so much tea.  He was just shaken up, no worries here.

Everyone slowly re-entered a different class room.  "Y'nah, that has never happened before."  our teacher bellowed out in her Pitssburghian accent.  Really!  I thought that was an initiation, you sure fooled me, Y'nah.  Class was over, dismissed, out of there.  I left, got in my nice new Subaru and came home.  The ninjas had lost today.