Haunted

Before going to bed, I finally cut my finger nails to give them a chance to grow back. Playing Flamenco guitar is going to be a bitch until they're long enough again.

OK, first I can no longer listen to You Belong With Me without thinking of Taylor Swift dress malfunction as of a randomly placed video on a porn site last Thursday. And now, Taylor's Haunted sound-tracked the Jason/Jessica sex scene on last night's True Blood. Coincidentally, I'd been wearing my Taylor shirt all weekend. Weird week to be a Taylor Swift fan.

I trained Johnny in FMA. He just finished watching last night's True Blood as well when I arrived. He still hasn't broken up with his girlfriend yet for cheating on him. Urgh. She keeps trying to apologize by sending him naked pictures of herself nonstop.

Anyway, we basically touched on everything in the curriculum except for joint locks and takedowns. Good news: He can finally do double sticks, or siniwali (to weave). Bad news: He can only shadow-box it, but loses concentration when aiming for targets.

I finally got to do what I've always wanted since last Saturday: Bust a #3 to that Canadian chick from Top Rocking class. (See entry 8/20/11.) Only this time, I was able to blast Taylor Swift's Haunted - again, the soundtrack to Jason and Jessica's sex scene - while screaming the chick's name, Ashley, the whole time. It was like my own reenactment of last night's True Blood. Apparently, Taylor Swift's camp refused to allow Haunted to score that scene, but then Taylor herself insisted on it. Ohh, Taylor's got a dark side!

At the mall, Faith was working at Brookstone, rocking eye glasses today. She's renewed in the database. I had to buy some new shirts as I'm finally getting new headshots tomorrow. Foreign Exchange, a new store, had a nice 3-for-$20 sale. I picked up a red, blue, and green v-neck shirt, plus a gray one for good luck.

Mommy and I ate dinner at In-N-Out. I read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble before coming home for a little of WWE RAW.