A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
-George Bernard Shaw

Well, consider my life pretty damn honorable then.

I didn't really do much last night. I had a signing which was a big pain in the ass as it was located right in Westwood. For a guy who's been there on more occassions than one should have who's not going to UCLA, I still can't find my way around there without getting lost. The signing went pretty smoothly, except for the part where the receptionist and the security guard were convinced that the guy I was looking for didn't actually work there. Luckily, they were wrong as I would have had to kill both of them if he didn't. I had to sit in all this damn traffic just to get there and the drive back was already going to be a nightmare, so the chances of me just walking out of there without finishing my job were slim and none. This compounded with the fact that this contact chick Brianne had been pestering my all day about status on this signing as she couldn't leave work until I finished. Originally she wanted me to fax the documents once I was done...after I wiped my eyes and finished laughing, I let her know that that wasn't going to happen. There was no way I was driving back to the office just to fax her some documents at 7 in the evening. These loan officers are a pain in the ass; they screw up the documents all the time and expect you to fix them and put yourself out for less and less money...actually, that's pretty much any client, I suppose. Well, she got her call when I was done and I told her to go home and leave me alone.

Once I arrived home, I had unexpected company. Turns out Moody and Newjen were already there watching basketball on directv. They both have a key to my place as I seem to be out of town frequently and they supposedly come by and take out the trash and get my mail while they're actually partying and making a mess. I'm not anal about my place, so the more the merrier. B and Jimmy showed up a little later so we all had a big fantasy football conversation in which we all got to make fun of B's terrible team this season. He's already lost a bet to Newjen; they wagered 20 bucks that B's team would not lose more than 3 games this season...the loser lost that bet by week 7. So, pretty much, we just shot the shit and talked about nothing important for most of the night. Eventually, Newjen pulled out a new copy of FIFA05, a soccer game for the playstation. Apparently, when I was in Peru, these clowns played last year's copy for about 40 hours over a weekend. I'm not sure what's sadder, the fact that they wasted a whole weekend playing video games or that the game they were playing was soccer. Moody, who considers himself a cultured, knows way too much about soccer. Hell, I know way too much about soccer just by being around him and actually listening to him. Either way, Moody is usually the master of all things soccer including video games, so when Newjen whooped his ass 3 times in a row he felt it was time to go home. Well, that and all the mockery he got while he losing. He doesn't really like to lose.

One thing that did come up that was rather bizarre was Newjen's story about his girlfriend, KimPossible. That's our nickname for her which, oddly enough, started before the Disney cartoon of the same name. That's no excuse for such a stupid name, but hey, at least I'm not a totally unoriginal bastard. Either way, her sister pulled a stunt ditching school last Friday in which she got caught by KP in the act. Moody was pretty sympathetic to the sister as he was in trouble at least half the time he was in high school and spent the other half getting into trouble. Anyhoo...KP decided to call her mom out about being to lenient on her sister and pretty much questioned her parenting skills which led to her mother bitch slapping her with a butcher knife. I dunno about you, but I know my mom never tried to shank me when I was a kid. That's an episode of COPS waiting to happen. Not surprisingly, she's considering moving out now. Newjen had to do the "love line" with her for at least half an hour in the empty bedroom in my place with her while she presumably whined and complained. It's pretty simple to me; if you pull a knife on me, I'm not going to stay. This ain't Thunderdome, you can't just attack people with deadly weapons.

Luckily, I have tomorrow off from work for Veteran's day, so I'm going to honor the veterans by sleeping in. They fought to give me that right.