What's going on with me?

8-27-06 - I am incredibly happy.

For my party on Friday, 25 people said they�d show up. I get to the Comedy Zone and, knowing that there are supposed to be happy hour drink prices and free appetizers for me and my guests, I went up to the bartender and showed her the little card entitling me to a party and asked if she was who I had to give it to.

She looked at me like I was stupid and said I had to call ahead. I told I had several times and had talked to someone each time, including earlier that day. Well, Whale Bones (as Blake called her a couple months ago...to her boyfriend, no less) asked my name and I told her. She said, �I�ve been trying to get in touch with you for 3 weeks.� I asked if her name was Chris and she said it was. I�d gotten a couple messages from her and I returned the calls each time and when I asked for her, people told me she�d just left, so I�d tell whoever I was talking to my new total amount of people that were gonna show up and I figured all was well. Apparently it wasn�t.

Chris told me that she, herself, had to know so she could prepare the food and such for us all. She then said, after I told her a couple times that they knew I was coming, that the show was booked solid for the night. So I told her again and she called next door (the bar and the Comedy Zone are separate entities) and asked if there was a party booked in my name. She asked me how many, I said 26, and she said, �Yeah, that�s it.� So I went to hand her my party pass thing and she said, �Well, you were supposed to talk to me [which I was never told]. If I would�ve known, then I could�ve prepared. I tell you what: you keep that and use it again and we�ll do this my way.� So I get to have another 30-person party whenever I want!

The show was good. Every bit of the 26 showed up, which made my day. Even the one that I was worried about being super offended by language (hence my putting up a �strong language� warning on Facebook, just to warn her) said she had a good time and it was believable, so that just put me in a great mood.

Afterwards, there were plans to go to Wes�s. I stood around and talked to people for a good 15 minutes or so after the show and then I went that way. Several others had left, so I decided I might as well go, too.

When I got there, I knocked once and went to go in, but the deadbolt caught. I was confused, cuz I heard people inside and the door is NEVER locked, especially when they�re expecting people. So Tamra yelled that she was coming and, taking a note from a former friend from earlier this year, I covered the peephole on the door (like she could reach to see it). She opened the door and I got the standard, �Heeeeeeeeeeeey!!!� greeting that we give everyone. That was probably only my second one of those in as many months, so I was excited.

What I didn�t expect, though, was to see people there that weren�t at the Comedy Zone. Regan was standing there with four sheets of paper taped together saying, �Happy 24th Birthday, Tony!� That made me smile really big. I would�ve just settled for the �Hey!� So Regan and someone else held it up and she said I had to run through it, so I humored her and did it, feeling silly. Then Tamra walked around the corner with a big Kroger cake for me with 24 candles. I can�t tell you how special they all made me feel. I haven�t known these people even two months, but apparently I�ve touched them enough to where they care this much about me and are excited about something as simple as my birthday (maybe it�s because it�s my Jack Bauer birthday). I had a great time over there. They wanted me to play the slow version of �Hey Ya!� I learned, so I did that...and then played them several other songs. I�m no longer afraid at all to sing in front of these people. That�s such a great feeling! They even claim to enjoy it!!!

So when I was driving home, I just had a feeling of complete bliss. That doesn�t happen often, but it (or something close to it) has been happening more frequently as of late.

Tonight at Wes�s, I got a few more happy birthdays, and when it hit midnight, Tamra called (after having left 15-30 minutes prior) and said happy birthday. For the record, she was the first. She sounded all kinds of excited when I told her that.

You know, honestly: it�s the little things that make life worth living. These people give me so many of these little things. I love them all.

8-25-06 - Last night, there was a free two-hour cruise on the river in which bingo was involved. There were 33 prizes to be given away, with probably well over 100 people playing on and off. Needless to say, I and everyone else ended up almost winning a couple times. Jay was the first in our group to win. He ran downstairs, showed that he got a bingo, and got to pull a number out of a bowl. The bowl had numbers 1-33, and each corresponded to a prize, but no one knew which prize was which until the very end.

Adam B. was the next to win, followed by Regan. We only had to reset cards a few times, as the caller let us keep going for about 5 wins each time to keep things moving along. At some point, he said, "Ok, we have one prize left. First one to the table wins." Eric and I were about to hit, so we went downstairs and stood right by the table, which I found hilarious. If I saw someone running toward the table, I was gonna step forward and pretend to claim bingo just to irritate the person that really had one.

As we were standing there, I was able to see which ones the dude was about to call before he called them, which gave me a tiny advantage. Of course, I think he picked up on it before we got too far into the last game, so I wasn't able to do it any longer. While upstairs, I had been playing two cards, even though the dude said not to. When I came downstairs, I mistakenly brought both of them, but I just chose one and played that one, just in case.

A few numbers in, I noticed a girl get up and slowly walk to the front. I thought she hit a bingo, and I was wondering why she was going so slowly, but then I realized she was just getting close. A couple numbers later, I got my last one and took one step forward and claimed a bingo. At the same time, she started running toward the table. The caller already had my card in hand by the time she got there and she slammed hers down and sent a couple of the number things flying and he called her a bad sport, which I found kinda funny.

Being that it was 1.) a freshmen mixer, 2.) held for UT students, and 3.) held by a church, I figured I should concede and just give it to her. I heard a couple people under their breath say "Cheater" when I stepped up there. Eh, they're idiots. I won fair and square. I heard someone from another side say, "Give it to the lady!" But then I heard Regan from the other side of the table when she yelled, "C'mon, it's his birthday this weekend!" I looked over and laughed and she just smiled.

Even though I had the potential of winning a tv, a portable DVD player, and an MP3 player, among other things, I said, "She can have it," three times. I said it to her, I said it to the caller, and I said it to her again. Nothing. She looked pissed and I said, "We'll play rock/paper/scissors for it, best of 3."

Never had I seen so many people get into a game of RPS. It was ridiculous. We tied the first, I won the next, we tied the next, and after making a prediction of what she'd do next, based on her previous choices, I won the last one. So I took number 23 (which fell into the group which had the portable DVD player in it) and stood around, waiting for my prize.

Adam B.'s came up first. He was hoping for the wireless keyboard/mouse set, as his number had that in its group. He ended up getting an MP3-capable boom box. Not bad.

Regan was next and got a Starbucks gift card. I didn't see how much it was for.

Jay was last and got a UT notebook.

So number 19 was the portable DVD player, so I knew I wasn't getting that. By the time it got to me, there wasn't really anything from the group I wanted. When the caller saw that I had number 23, he laughed and said it was a fitting prize. I ended up getting 16 press-on fingernail tattoos, so I gave them to the mystery girl and Regan took our picture. I think she was relieved that she didn't miss out on anything big, as I would've kept anything good.

Tonight's my big party night at the Comedy Zone from the prize I won in poker a couple months ago (read the 6-20-06 entry). Back then, I knew there was no way I'd fill up 30 spots. I ended up inviting 40-50 people, I think, and 25 are planning on showing up. Yeah, my social life has DEFINITELY improved!

8-24-06 - So in my last update, I completely forgot to mention what happened Monday. I went outside to go to work a little after 6 am. I pressed the button to unlock my car and it unlocked, the headlights flashed, and everything seemed normal. I turned the key and heard �click, click, click.� Great. I waited a bit longer and did it again. The same thing happened. I needed a jump, for some reason, and no one in the world was awake other than me.

I waited a few minutes to see if letting it recuperate would help. It didn�t. At this point, I was contemplating waking up the one neighbor I know in my building to see if he could jump my car for me. I got out and saw a car a few spaces away with its lights on. I heard the engine revving and then all of a sudden it stopped and the lights turned off. I assumed the person had just gotten there and I didn�t see the vehicle pull in. I walked up slowly and kept my distance, so as not to startle the person in the car.

There was a lady sitting in there and I asked her if she could jump my car. She looked kinda surprised and said, �I would, but I seem to be having the same trouble myself.� What are the odds?! Luckily, she had another vehicle two spots down. She hopped in my car and put it in neutral and I pushed the bugger out of my spot. She had trouble turning it, so we just figured since no one else was awake and it shouldn�t take long, we�d just sit and block traffic.

Well, it ended up taking about 20 minutes and I think we pissed some people off, but some people need to be pissed off now and again. I had a hard time getting a good connection with the cables, but once I did it only took a couple of minutes, which was great. I parked my car back in its spot with it running and I went to help her with her car. (Also, since it was dark out, I went to get my super flashlight that I got for my birthday a year or so ago and just FINALLY put in my car a month or two ago, but it looks like that was stolen along with my change a few weeks ago. Thanks, jerk.)

So I went to go push her car out of its spot, when she said, �Hold on, let me try it first.� It worked. Heh.

Anyway, I got to work about 45 minutes late, no biggie. After work, I needed to get it jumped again, which I anticipated, so I had Chris come out with me. We got it going no problem. I went to Advance and got me a new 6-year battery for $60. Not bad, if I do say so myself.

8-22-06 - This is going to be a long read...

Thursday night was very interesting. It started out with me not feeling like I wanted to go anywhere, despite the fact that I had already agreed to going out with Blake, Diana, and Chris for Blake�s birthday. They called and said they were going to Margarita�s, a Mexican restaurant. They made me want to go even less. I went anyway, though, since I knew getting out of the apartment would change my mood for the better and since I hadn�t hung out with Blake and Diana in forever.

Chris and I got there and could barely understand the waiter. We told him we were going to look to see if our friends were there and he asked, �Two men? Two women?� We told him one of each and so he asked, �Man and woman?� and it sounded like he said, �Many women?� I know it�s definitely a you-had-to-be-there thing, but it was great.

So Blake and Diana show up and much fun is had. Not long before we got our checks, I mentioned to the waiter (who Chris just loved, for some reason) that it was Blake�s birthday the next day. He got all excited and took one of his margaritas off his bill. He then brought a couple other workers, a couple sombreros, and a dessert plate. They put the sombreros on Blake and Diana, sang the worst version of �Happy Birthday� ever, and fed him a couple bites of the dessert. They were feeding him whipped cream and on the second bite, the guy pulled the spoon upward and smeared it all over Blake�s nose. I got a couple good pictures of the moment.

So we go outside and they decide they want to go to a bar. I didn�t feel like going anywhere, so I told them to go on and I was gonna head home. They were a bit upset that I didn�t want to go hang out, but I told them they could come over afterward if they wanted to. Chris said he�d call me in about an hour and a half, which would�ve been at 11. At 11:30, a goofy Chris called me saying he wasn�t good to drive, but that they�d come by after waiting a while and �as a rule, we won�t come past 1.�

At 12:40, Chris called back and said they were on their way and that they�d be around in about 3 minutes. I said, �Ok, the door�s unlocked, just come on in.� About 10 minutes later, I hear the door open. At the top of the stairs, I heard Chris and a voice I didn�t recognize. Chris was really giggly, for some reason, and I kept hearing him reply to a squeaky voice, �It�s just Tony. Just go.� So I�m waiting for almost a minute, watching the stairs to see who�s going to come down. Some woman poked her head around the corner and shyly said, �Hi.� Chris poked his head around and said, �That�s Tony. This is Tish.� So Chris pointed to the opposite end of the couch from where I was and said she could sit there. She said no. He pointed to the rocking chair and said she could sit there. She said no. He said, �I�m gonna sit here,� and sat on the rocking chair. We both then pointed to the end table and said, �You can sit there.� She said no. She then stated, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted to leave until Blake and Diana showed up. Chris laughed and said, �We�ll be right back.� He grabbed her hand and they walked upstairs. I thought to myself, �There is no way that he brought some random girl from a bar to my apartment.� As they were walking up the stairs, I just laughed as quietly as I could at the oddness of the entire encounter. When the door finally shut, I think I audibly said to myself, �What just happened?�

So a few minutes later, the four of them came inside and Chris reintroduced us and I swear she had no idea we had just met. She immediately started griping about how hot it was in there. I tried to tell her that I had the air conditioner on, but it was going crazy and it was super cold in there, so I turned it down, but she just kept saying it. It was very annoying and it got me to the point where I didn�t care if she was hot.

She and Diana somehow ended up in my bathroom, and Tish was loudly complaining about something, probably related to me or my apartment. They came out after a couple minutes and decided to go outside for some reason. I don�t even remember everything that happened in the few minutes that she was in there, but it was enough to get me really pissed off. I went upstairs and locked the door, because Diana was talking like they were going to go somewhere else. I didn�t want Tish back into my apartment. While I was up there, I heard Tish griping about something else involving me, that just cemented it.

Ten minutes or so later, they started knocking and trying to come in. I left them do that for a few minutes before I went to let Diana in. I unlocked the door and tried to open it, but one of them was holding the door closed, so I locked it again. They asked if they could come in and I told them that I tried to open the door, but they wouldn�t let me. I tried again and actually opened it. I pointed to Diana and said, �You can come in.� I pointed to Tish and said, �I don�t want you back in my apartment. Diana thought I was joking (and I don�t blame her, as I joke around all the time and rarely get confrontational) and kinda laughed a bit, but I said, �I�m serious. I don�t want her in my apartment.� Tish kinda backed up a bit so she was out of site. Diana just said, �Hold on a minute, I�ll go get Blake.�

Diana came downstairs and asked what was wrong, not so much mad from what I could tell, but just confused. As fresh as the events were in my mind, I found it hard to believe that I couldn�t come up with why I was so mad at her, but after trying to explain it, I just said, �I think it was just a terrible first impression.� So after talking for five or ten minutes with her outside by herself, Chris and Diana decided they�d be the ones to take her home.

At some point (I don�t know if it was while they were away or after they came back), I learned that she was someone Diana used to work with and that she was 36. I could tell she wasn�t anywhere near our age, despite decent attempts to look it.

I don�t hate Tish. I would even gladly give her a second chance, as that was an isolated incident.

Well, after Chris and Diana got back, Diana and Blake got into a fight about something somewhat unrelated. I tried to stay out of it, as none of it concerned me, but since it was public, I assumed it was fair game. Don�t get me wrong: I like Diana. I just feel we disagree on quite a bit. I wasn�t trying to win anything or make Blake look like he was in the right, but I challenged a few things she said because they just sounded ridiculous to me. The only thing I remember (and the one thing that I didn�t say anything about) was a major contradiction she made against herself. At some point, when Blake refused to relent his position on the main topic of argument, she said, �You always have to be right, don�t you?� (For the record, I don�t think either of them were in the right. They were definitely in need of a compromise.) But a few minutes later, he brought up a disagreement that apparently happened somewhat recently. He said something about it not being a big deal. She then said, �If it�s not a big deal, then why don�t you just agree with me and let it go?� Tsk tsk tsk.

Ok, had to get that out. There�s really no end to it, just wanted to vent a bit. That comment was quite annoying.

Friday night was �Snakes on a Plane� night. Leann and I went to go see the movie and both of us were surprised. No, the script wasn�t good; no, the acting (save Samuel L. Jackon) wasn�t good; and yes, the ending was the worst ending in history; but we still thoroughly enjoyed the movie. There were a few genuinely funny moments, but the movie knew what it was and kinda played on that. This was, as Leann pointed out, quite obvious in several of Jackson�s facial expressions. I don�t know that I could sit through the movie again (at least not any time soon), but I�m definitely glad I went � if not for the movie, for the experience. The whole audience knew the movie was supposed to be cheesy, with a couple people making comments loud enough for everyone to hear them at times, to a room full of laughter from the few dozen of us that were in there.

What�s more is that my mom told me that she, my dad, and a couple friends are planning on seeing it at some point.

For a few weeks, I�ve been planning on going to a game night at Andrew�s apartment, since I haven�t seen him or his group in a couple months. I RSVPed through my Evite invitation and everything. I was planning on going there for a couple hours and then heading over to Wes�s for the remainder of the night. I got to Andrew�s pretty close to on time, and I didn�t notice anyone else there. Being that I was only a couple minutes late, I figured I was first there, as is usually the case with that group.

I noticed no lights on in Andrew�s apartment, though. I figured he was just late returning from getting the pizza. I went up and rang the doorbell, anyway. As expected, I got no answer. I figured maybe it started at 7:30 and not 7, though I was sure it was 7. I tried again and nothing. I called Andrew. His phone was off. I called Katherine, no answer. I called William, no answer. I called Laura, no answer.

Frustrated, I rang the doorbell again and then headed to my car to see who else from this group I might have in my phone. I called Jason and he answered. I asked, �The game night tonight IS at Andrew�s, right?� He said, �Uh...the game night was last night.� Yeah. I missed it by an entire day. I laughed pretty hard. I just left and went to Wes�s for the cookout.

Allergy shots seem to be going well. I start my third set of vials on Friday. These are diluted 1:10. I�ve already finished the 1:1,000 and the 1:100 vials.

My shoulder is incredibly sore from overuse. It�s in the joint, not the muscles. I�ve been trying my best to limit my use of it, but I can�t resist a good game of ultimate frisbee! (And boy, were the games good on Sunday!)

Chris talked me into buying Civilization IV the other day. The game�s fun, but incredibly difficult to learn how to play well. I doubt any of you few who read this play that game, but let me know if you do.

8-7-06 - So on my way to mini-golf on Saturday, I learned the difference between mini-golf and putt-putt. The latter is more serious and is designed so it's possible to get a hole in one on each hole. The former is more for entertainment (windmills and crap) and takes multiple shots.

For some reason, we went to Gatlinburg to do this. They decided to play both courses at the Davy Crockett place, and I figured it was gonna cost us a million dollars. It ended up being only $15 and change, but that still sucked. So for most of the first game, I was neck and neck with Regan (whose dad used to own a putt-putt course, so she was good), but then I choked toward the end and went from tied with her to fourth place (out of five) on one hole. I stayed there for the remainder. I blame thirst...and running out of luck. So we get to the 18th hole and I got super lucky (too complicated to explain on here how it happened) and hit the free game.

We went inside to get golf balls to start our second game. I mentioned my thirst on the way in there and someone pointed out the drink machine on the course. I said no. I asked the woman if I could exchange my free game for the one I bought to get a refund, but she said, "No, the free games have no cash value." I figured as much. It was worth a shot. I then asked if they had a water fountain. "No, but we have drink machines on the course." Grrr. Someone suggested that I should sell the ticket to someone. I don't know why I didn't think of it. I looked for someone before we started the next game and I didn't see anyone, so we just started playing.

Well, we got to the fourth hole and we were right at the front fence. Regan said she'd be my caddy and she held my stuff as I hopped the fence and bought a drink from the gas station across the street. I came back and kept playing terribly.

A few holes later was one with a light sensor thingy. When the ball rolls through the path of the sensor, it triggers a sound effect. I've always loved holes like that because I like waving my club in front of it and making the sound replay like crazy. Being that I was pissed at the place, I grabbed a piece of mulch and shoved it into one of the sensor things, so the owl kept saying, "Hoo! Hoo! Great shot!...Hoo! Hoo! Excellent shot!" etc, but with no pauses whatsoever between the sound clips. For all I know, it's still going, but I doubt it.

The entire time we were there, we played that the winner of the hole had to go first at the next hole and the loser was last. So at the 16th (I think) hole, Andrew and I were tied for last. We decided to have a rock, paper, scissors tournament. The winner would get to go first. He wanted best of three, but I said, "No, we're playing until it's our turn." All in all, we probably had 15-20 draws, the most consecutive draws being 5, and it happened twice. I ended up winning 16-13. It was awesome.

I ended up losing the game outright, but I'll be a monkey's uncle if I didn't hit another free game. As we went inside, a few people walked in, but I didn't wanna undercut the place right in front of the employees. That would be rude. We went outside and I found a guy clipping coupons whilst sitting on a bench. I sold him both tickets for $10 (thanks to Kiley having change for his $20). I ended up playing two game of mini-golf IN GATLINBURG, no less, for $5 and change. I told them that I was the real winner.

Ultimate frisbee was awesome yesterday. I got a bit better at playing defense, which is great cuz I was playing almost exclusively offense in prior weeks. It's good to be a bit more well-rounded. I even got picked in the second round (out of five), so that was awesome. The guy that picked me apparently sees some potential or skill or something. I don't think I disappointed, either, so I'm happy.

Chris came with me to frisbee again, and as we were walking back to my car, I noticed that I'd left my back windows down. I was pissed off for doing it, but then wondered why I even put them down. I almost never do that. My first thought was, "Crap, my change is gone." I had (yes, past tense) a thing with probably $20 or $30 in change in my back seat. It's not really a significant amount, but that's where I get my laundry money. Grrrr...

Before we got there, though, he said, "I hope my sunglasses are still in there." He'd left them on my armrest and they apparently cost him a bit. I peeked in, saw that my change was gone, but his glasses were still there. I started rummaging around the back when he pointed out that our wallets were in the armrest. I opened the armrest and saw both of our wallets in there. Good. He then grabbed his and flipped through it (which I didn't think of, for some reason) and so I did the same. No money or credit cards stolen from either of us. I went back to the back and nothing but the change was gone, and I'm guessing that it was because they were able to get it without really touching anything. If they were that desperate, fine, whatever. I hate people.

So last night, I went to pay my energy bill online. As with the past couple months, I got a message saying the online bill pay was down. I called the place today to pay by phone. I asked the lady when it would be up and she said she was really hoping that it would be fixed as well, but it was being totally redone. Apparently, when they get that finished, they're also gonna change the pay-by-phone feature to an 800 number. Ok. Then she told me that both of them will have a charge associated with them. That's the gayest thing I've ever heard. The only way to NOT incur a charge will be to pay in house or to mail it in. That's just ignorant.

You know, I'm really appreciating my new group of friends and it makes me happy to know that they seem to be appreciating me. Like most groups of friends I've had, they all know each other from a church. In the past week or so, though, I've had discussions with a couple of them about my faith, or lack thereof. Must as I had hoped (and expected, since I'd kinda gotten to know them), it was really no big deal. During my discussion with Tamra, she said something that made me really happy: "Like I said, I'm Tony's friend, and so is everyone else... regardless." It's nice to have friends that like you for (or despite) who you are.

Ok, change of topic, (and this might be in the TMI section but) those who know me have, I'm sure, at some point or another seen some nappiness on the armpits of my shirt. I have a problem with sweating and I'm far from the only one. (Part of my reason for typing this is because though few people will read this, I'm sure someone will be happy I mentioned it.) Well, a few weeks or so ago, I decided to do some research and find a solution for it. I was obsessed with Yahoo! Answers for about a week and I decided to look on there and someone recommended something called "Certain Dri," so I decided to give it a try. Lo and behold, this junk works! It's kinda expensive ($5 for a one ounce bottle), but you don't use all that much. Just a little bit once every other night and it'll keep you good until next time. You've just gotta not wear a shirt for ten minutes, or else it might mess up your clothes (or get absorbed). I've already told one friend about it (this was a couple weeks ago) not knowing she had the same problem, but she went and got some of it and it works for her too. Finally!

8-3-06 - During ultimate frisbee on Sunday, my shoes got all nappy, wet, and muddy. Across the next couple days, I rinsed them thoroughly in the bathtub and squeezed them to try to get as much dirt out of them as possible. Well, I realized fairly quickly that they weren�t gonna dry themselves and if they did, it would take forever.

I don�t have a dryer. I wasn�t about to use the ones in the laundry room in the leasing center, either. If I did, I would�ve had to stick around and make sure they didn�t kick the door open. It just wouldn�t be worth it.

I realized shortly after that the only real heat source I had in my apartment is my oven, so I figured I�d give it a shot. I set the oven to 150�F and while it was heating up, I put some tinfoil on a cookie sheet. At first I was checking on the shoes every 2 or 3 minutes. I then decided to let more and more time go by. When I realized that it wasn�t damaging the shoes and, more importantly, that the shoes weren�t drying, I changed the temperature to 200�. After a while, I realized it was bed time, but I needed the shoes to be in there a while longer...and I wanted to wear them to work the next day.

I set the alarm on my phone for 45 minutes later. The alarm went off, I woke up to check the shoes and then I set it for another 45 minutes later. I got up to check the shoes. To my surprise, not only were they dry, but they were on top of the stove and the oven was turned off. Why I would�ve been awake enough to do all that stuff but not to realize I didn�t need to set my alarm again is beyond me. It worked, though.

I think I�m gonna buy Guitar Hero this weekend. It�s fun.

Work�s going well. I�ve been keeping busy doing things that are actually important. I don�t know so much that these things challenge me, but I am kinda getting into it to the point that mistakes (of others and myself) are really pissing me off. It�s good to feel like I kinda know what I�m doing :-)

Allergy shots are going well. I was on the 1:1000 concentration vial for two weeks. I started the 1:100 vial today. In about three months, I�ll be able to stop doing this twice a week and it�ll just be once a week. I do that for the remainder of the first year and then I�m on once every other week for however long. Yay for insurance and having a place a couple hundred feet away from my office that�ll do them for free!

When the word �alarm� is in all caps, I always think it�s misspelled. When my phone alarm goes off, it says �ALARM� and something else I can�t remember as I type this. It always messes with my head. I�m weird.