Current mood:	cold
Current music:	"On The Sky" - Metric

Those Little Annoying Things
To start things off right, it would make the most sense for me to give a slight background. Earlier today Will wanted to hang out because he was bored. That's fine with me because I didn't have to work today and nothing was on my schedule. He plans to come over after Hapkido lessons. Again, that's fine with me and so we set up something.

Even earlier today Ross suggested that Peter, myself, and he go out and pick up some Chipotle after Peter gets off work. A few minor mistakes that Ross makes (totally foreseen by me too):

1. Ross doesn't check with Peter what time he gets off.
2. Ross is very spontaneous.
3. Ross is a baby.

So I end up calling Peter and discovering he doesn't get off work till sometime after 4:30 PM. I tell Ross this and of course he immediately calls off the Chipotle plan. Great. So now it's around lunch and I have to go get something to eat. I don't really care because as I said earlier I knew something like this would probably really happen.

Flashforward to around 3:30 PM. Will talks to me over AIM and tells me I should pick up a new mic for Socom. I acknowledge the fact that I do need a new mic since my old one is broken. I tell him I'll go pick one up right then. So I leave my house around 3:40, go to GameStop, buy a new mic for 30 bucks, pick my mother up, and head home. I then find out we're going to be having Brats for supper. Great news since I love brats.

This is when suddenly Peter calls me and tells me that he's over at Ross' house and no one is there. Apparently, Ross didn't call him or anything about the so-called Chipotle plan and decided to go to Quarry Hill randomly with some other friends. Spontaneous see? So I tell Peter I can pick him up since he biked to work and doesn't have a car. The reason why I offer a ride so politely is because it was over 90 outside today and it sucks biking in this heat. As I'm pulling the van out of the garage, Will calls me. I was very shocked at this, seeing that he should have been at Hapkido. Well, guess what. There is no Hapkido because the master is out of town. So now he is heading over here right away. I kind of panic and tell him I'm leaving to get Peter and this makes Will confused. It ends with him telling me to wait up for him and then leave. I agree and wait.

After about 10 minutes he shows up and hops in. We drive off, get Peter, head back, and everything appears fine. We go to my room and I left God Hand running on the PS2. Peter starts to play, Will watches YouTube videos, and I fold the clothes I never got a chance to fold before. Will's always anxious to play Guitar Hero for some. Probably because he's pretty decent at it. So whatever.

The backstory (yes, another one) behind Will and me and Guitar Hero is this. I bought Guitar Hero a week ago and after 5 days Will comes over and tells me I should lend him my controller. He then tells me, and I quote, "You have enough other games to keep you busy and you just beat Guitar Hero. So it shouldn't be a problem." Of course I let him. What's the big deal right? So he's had my controller for over a week now and he comes over with a controller and the Guitar Hero II game. Here's me (the idiot that I am) thinking he brought back my controller. No, he didn't. He brought over his because why would I need mine? So to make it short (as if it's not long already) he tells me I can keep his controller and he can keep mine. NO. I don't want your fucking controller. Your's is over a year old and mine is less a month. I'm going to make him give me my controller back and take his. I don't care if they "look the same" as he says. Mine is mine and his is his. Right? Then right before he leaves he takes my game because, get this, "I'm too lazy to shut the machine off and grab mine out."

WHAT THE FUCK. Take your fucking game out of the damn PS2 by hitting the button with the green little fucking light and take your game out. Oh dear Lord, forgive me if your have to bend your ass down and push one button. I'm sorry but I don't want your shit copy of Guitar Hero II. Why am I pissed so much? You guys should follow along better. He has my new controller and now new copy of Guitar Hero II. You can't just fucking trade, asshole. Of course I'm suspicious. I take out the game and look at it. Fucking scratches and smudges. See I'm a clean-freak when it comes to my video games. I hate scratches, even the slight ones. I hate smudges. Period.

So I've asked him to trade back my controller and game and I'm waiting to see what he replies with. It better be a fucking yes, because I am not taking a no at this point. Not when you just take both my controller and then game and just hand me your's saying, "They are the same thing. Deal with it." You fucking deal with. Sometimes I just get pissed, even with my best friends. It's not like it ruins the relationship or anything, but damn. Why do these little things matter too much sometimes?