i can make you satisfied in everything you do

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 06:56:15 GMT

nostalgia is a son of a bitch.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 03:37:34 GMT

I'm never more down than when school's about to start.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 05:42:33 GMT

She'll do.

I would've written more, but you asked.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 00:12:18 GMT

7:19

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Tue, 20 May 2008 23:32:16 GMT

tom burger will not die!

it's over

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Fri, 09 May 2008 02:16:46 GMT

The year is done and it feels really strange already. Not having work to do will be nice though. I just wrote a sixty page script for a t.v. show I can't stand, took three finals (not sure how I did), and am now separated from the place that I called home for a year.

It feels good. The fact that I can come and go as I please will be fantastic. Lately I've become irritable. Especially with Janelle. She tries to talk to me but everything she has to say just annoys me. Normally I would just absorb the stupid things she has to say and just pick her apart in my mind...not anymore. Also a little irritated because I've been sneaking around with someone despite neither of us being in a relationship. Everything has to be difficult with me. Pretty sure we both called it off today so I guess it's not really a worry now.

This is the first day of my summer and already I have nothing to do. Thought I'd take Burger to see Ironman, only to find out he's in the hospital. I'm going to try and spend some time with him after. Ironman, Indiana Jones, and Batman will help bring us back to form.

I guess I should develop some kind of plan.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 20:21:50 GMT

it's official, i'll be staying at good old 21st and south. big jeremy, my former roommate, has agreed to sign on with me and drew. he called me at about noon, where i was still sleeping after skipping a class, in order to (what i thought) talk about the apartment and all the logistics. instead he came over just to play videogames and get a feel for the place. no complaints, i haven't spent that much time with him in awhile and it was good. he's a little loud when it comes to things but he's a good egg. only thing i'm worried about is the meshing of drew and jeremy. drew assured me that he's all business and jeremy doesn't not like anybody. it's just the whole merging of different kinds of friends that makes me uneasy, regardless of who it is. still it's too nice a place for me to walk out on.

it'll be weird to not live with frank and nell, but also a relief. they're both great to live with but both are victims of circumstance. frank for example has julie, she practically lives there and is pretty bothersome. so that won't happen anymore and i suppose that's great. then nell, i won't have to be called dude by a girl constantly or sexually attracted to a roommate. she'd be great if she wasn't so awful. at least i won't be living with a girl next time around or else we'd probably just end up dating for a very brief period of time.

here's to july.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 04:01:42 GMT

So I'm sick. It's not too bad I have a sore throat and a bit of a headache, but I guess to miss school. Before I came home I had to take a midterm in my modern american history class. Francesca had given me an old copy from when she took the class and I looked it over. It helped because I was pretty feverish and couldn't focus. I read it on the way to class with Nell (the walk to school with her reminds me why I broke up with her every Tuesday). Luckily she forgot her phone and had to walk back, far be it from me to illustrate a shred of manners and walk back with her. So I walked on reading about victory gardens, the bay of pigs, the Truman doctrine, etcetera. When I got to school I stuffed the paper in my back pocket and by the time I got to the elevator I realized it had gone. I felt okay about the test though, I remembered the definitions and I felt I could write the essay. When I sat down the fever hit me and I felt pretty awful. My confidence was a bit shaky until two girls next to me said I looked confident. Far be it from me to correct them. Then professor Chazz came in and single handedly took that confidence away. First he showed us the list of terms to define, two of the terms I had studied were on there, the rest were just words I seen in old history classes. Then the essays. I was under the notion that he was going to have us choose which essay question we wanted out of three. Instead he wrote the numbers 1, 2, and 3 on pieces of paper and tossed them in the air. My panic level was sky high considering I only wanted to write for essay 1. He picked one of the girls who said I looked confident to pick two of the three pieces of paper. I thought it'd only be fitting for her to shatter any confidence I had left. First she picked the number 2. She was on pace. Then she picked the number 1. Some kind of relief came over me but I was still taking a test with a high fever, I can only imagine what I actually wrote.

Went to FYE and bought The Darjeeling Limited. Then I texted Josh to say I saw Roy from the Office. Even with a fever I'm a liar. I took the train and read Blood Meridian on the way home. I started to get train sick at different times so I started and stopped a lot. When I was on the riverline this Paul Dano looking kid sat across from me and stared at me the entire time I was reading as if he could read what I was reading.

Everything was pretty uneventful until this morning when the baby woke me up to read to her. I introduced her to Where the Wild Things Are last week and now it's the only book she asks me to read to her and I'm fine with that. After that I spent some time on ebay and ended up buying the complete Coen Bros. collection when I was only looking to buy Blood Simple and Miller's Crossing.

Going to the doctor's for my note tomorrow. Tommy works the window now so I should be able to have him move me to the front of the list. If not, then I'll be stuck in the lobby for two hours.

somewhere i am right now

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 05:32:21 GMT

so frank just called to confirm that we will have a third person to live with therefore we get to keep his apartment, therefore i'm happy.

the weekends been pretty good. spent time with mom due to her stress levels with dina. so spending time with her really means me getting her to do shit i want to do for an extended amount of time. like say seeing a three hour movie like grindhouse in the middle of the day or seeing shooter in the middle of the day. both of which were great by the way.

when i was complaining about an asian man who was sitting next to me my mom said "you should have mark wahlberged him." made my life.

the only downside to everything right now is i have an 8 page paper due last friday. my teacher is incredibly lax and doesn't seem to care about anything but still it bothers me.

got tickets to modest mouse, panda bear, and hot rod circuit. modest mouse and hot rod are back to back therefore i'm probably going to be miserable during the latter.

getting a haircut. short. i just hate the way my hairs been feeling and constantly having to push the front over to the side when i'm walking against the wind. as soon as i cut it though i will be miserable.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Mon, 26 Mar 2007 06:03:50 GMT

modest mouse - fifty dollars?
panda bear - twelve dollars?

what a world is all i can think.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 18:46:09 GMT

it's been an awfully long time and i still don't feel like writing much. i'm burnt out on writing. i stopped smoking for the time being. just can't afford to be any worse than i've been feeling. i'm in a rut, it sucks. i come home and i wish i was in philly. i stay in philly and i wish i was home. i hate going to class on thursdays. i have to pitch 4 scenes every thursday to my teacher and have her tell me everything that's wrong with them. i'm nowhere near the worst in my group, in fact i might be one of the better kids i just hate going. i don't like talking. i get lonely at the most random times but i'm not lonely enough to initiate the random girl. i fall for everyone i talk to back at school. girl friends and their roommates. it's obnoxious. i like my friends a lot though. i just wish i had friends home. i've got tommy but tommy's got work. i don't always feel i need people, it just comes and goes. moms calling me. i have to leave.

quick dream

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Wed, 30 Aug 2006 15:04:37 GMT

just remembered i had a dream about a merry go round but there were no horses to ride. hanging from the roof of the merry go round were masks of famouse people and people were on the merry go round with their eyes peering out from behind the masks of those celebrities. it was very creepy and i had to write it down before i forgot.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Fri, 25 Aug 2006 23:19:52 GMT

so i'm gone now.

i haven't even begun to realize this is my home now.

more on that later.

dream 2

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Fri, 11 Aug 2006 17:29:59 GMT

i had no involvement in this dream. i don't think that's ever happened before. it was about a little boy and his older brother having crushes on an older girl and her younger sister. they were all on a bus and seemed smitten with one another. it was a nice parallel to see young love and what i would suppose was teenage love. the young lovers were talking and smiling and laughing and getting along and the teenage love was full of awkward pauses little smiles and anxiety. the bus stopped and the two boys were supposed to get off to go to an amusement park but the young boy proclaimed he didn't want to go anymore. so the older boy went along with the decision and rode the bus to their love's end. they got off the bus in a suburban street where the girl's lived. they had a mother on the bus that wasn't seen until exiting. there was a white car for the boys and when they got in it a van backed up and rammed the front of the car. they got out and the van continued to collide into the van. the van stopped after the oldest boy yelled. daffy duck then emerged from the vehicle with a large cartoon frown.

my phone played the godfather theme song...my dad was calling. i woke up.

i finished sellevision last night. it was pretty good. i could see it as a movie.

i've now started the bell jar because i was at the book store last night with my dad and i realized that i've never read a book written by a woman. i only read parts of to kill a mockingbird.

in other news i have sixteen books to finish reading. i made a list.

-oryx and crake
-catch 22
-life of pi
-post office
-plot against america
-hell's angels
-flicker
-watership down
-electric kool aid acid test
-big sur
-the sirens of titans
-hot water music
-man without a country
-great gatsby (never really cared about it)
-stranger (ending was spoiled so i can put this off forever)

i left atlas shrugged of the list because of it's intimidating nature. i figured there would be a time that i look at that book and say fuck you i'm doing this. and i'll read it in a matter of weeks, or more realisticly, months.

i think i'm going to watch fight club.

dream 1

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Wed, 09 Aug 2006 05:49:29 GMT

they're numbered from now on.

last night i had a dream that a bunch of familiar faces were sitting at a really long wooden table under trees and the sun in a park somewhere. the sky kept going from bright to dark in a matter of seconds, like god had a dimmer switch for the sun. then i heard "if you want to sing out, sing out" the cat stevens song but it was being sung by a little girl (i had a middream coorelation since i had heard that song two days ago with tommy at kb toys being sung by a little girl over the radio speaker). everyone was swaying back and forth, smiling, singing. i remember telling everyone (like i had told tommy) that it was a cat steven's song. then stephanie datu repeated what i said. then i said it was yusef islam. she repeated it again. i remember just laughing.

i woke up to the sound of vibrations on my bookcase. it was my cellphone. it was my mother. she wanted to let me know she was downstairs in case i wanted to visit. which even in my limbo of conciousness could be deciphered as "you're leaving. i want to miss you less. come sit with me and watch the people's court."

so i did.

she left and i came back upstairs.

lauren asked if i was busy. i told her i was. i wasn't. i should have told her i was petty. she cancels plans that she makes all the time. on this rare occasion i wise up and say no she says that i'm trying to burn bridges. i'm not burning anything that already isn't ash.

i finished cat's cradle. vonnegut is really easy to get into for hours on end.

"mister when i see my first lady angel, if god ever sees fit to show me one, it'll be her wings and not her face that'll make my mouth fall open."

just a line from cat's cradle i really liked. i have four more.

i started sellevision by augustus burroughs. i'm used to having to think back to the "old days" with other writers but with burroughs i'm reading e-mails and watching television. i like the "old days" better but i'm not ruling it out yet.

modern times.

burger asked me when i was leaving for school. he wanted to know so he could give me thirty dollars. he's adorable when he's being sentimental. he's going to go nuts when there's no justin to visit and talk about what movies are coming out. he'll never know the name of another movie again.

if he cries i might have to stay home.

lauren just called me. i didn't answer.

last night i was sitting in my room just watching tv and my mom came and asked me what was wrong. i told her nothing (which was the truth) but she swore i looked upset. she told me that i didn't have to go to college and that i would just have to get a job or be a "stay at home mom" to the baby. she said she'd give me a hundred and fifty dollars a week. she doesn't want me to go. she wants me to be my cousins in the sense that out of the three only one left home...when he was twenty eight.

part of me wants to stay for everyone but i know parts of them want me to go off and live.

i promise if i hate it i will commute. that is my compromise.

or give up on becoming something i think i want and get paid a hundred and fifty dollars to watch my niece who i adore.

i enjoy life but there's always that little twinkle of insincerity on life's part.

busy, busy, busy.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Thu, 03 Aug 2006 16:50:39 GMT

so i woke up with a variety of dreams going on in my head that really had me confused/impressed with my brain.

it started with me and this dirty blond girl who i've never seen before. she was in all black and she was in my room. we were just sitting around when she left the room and brought in this smaller girl with black hair. she was really small and frightful looking. she was staring at me the whole time and then the door opened. the dirty blond had walked back in and i turned my head to look at her. she was scared and pointed behind me. the black haired girl turned into some zombie vampire hybrid. i shot her with several versions of cap guns (shotgun, handgun, and another handgun). her face did the t1000 thing from terminator once and the caps kept moving her backwards. then out of nowhere she grabbed a chainsaw. then she shrugged and the chainsaw disappeared. then i saw a man in shakespearean clothes on a ladder coming to the window. he came in with a snotty frown on his face as if to say i'm tired of you justin afifi and took the vampire zombie. i kissed the girl and then moved on to the next dream.

i was in philadelphia and everyone i've ever known was there. it was like the end of 8 1/2 where marcello mastroianni rounds up everyone who's been involved in his life and has them walk around in a circle holding hands. i saw everyone and then ran into tommy. we talked for a millisecond and then i saw mares. we started talking and then we walked around with me noticing everyone i've ever known. i remember amanda phipps was there and she had bright red hair. i don't know why that stuck out so much. mares then put her arms around my neck kissed me and said she wanted to be my girlfriend.

i transitioned into a new place. i was in a new room. a big white room. everyone was in a white suit. i was at a table to myself and i looked across the room and i saw keith from six feet under. i just stared to make sure it was him and then he nodded with a smile on his face. then i took in the room. i looked around and felt the height of the ceilings. then i saw david from six feet under directly across from me at a small table to himself. i said "hey my favorite actor." he started to smile but steve carrell in full beard walked right in front of him pushing a cart full of boxes, stopped, and had this lazy smirk on his face. then i felt nervous because now i was in an awkward encounter with two of my favorite actors (although not in real life). then steve carell continued to push his cart with the boxes on it and i continued conversation with david. i told him i loved six feet under and was excited about his new show and he said "yeah thanks." he obviously didn't care so i walked around some more. i walked up a few steps and saw oprah, puff daddy, and i think ethan hawke sitting down and talking, obviously for the show. i walked back down the stairs afraid i would interrupt.

now i was at a table with ricky gervais and julia louis dreyfus talking about comedy. i kept tipping over to my left. then after awhile i just fell.

i fell into a place that looked like a hotel. it was big like a skyscraper and i was all the way on the top floor. it was a college. i walked past one room with a group of people in it. dan walker was in the room and we got into a fight. i beat him up and he cried. then i remember i spit on him and the spit was brown like when i drink a can of soda before i brush my teeth. he cried harder and i said something smart to him then spit on him again with the same brown spit. matt pontecelli was there to give me a high five. in fact a lot of people were impressed with the fact that dan walker was beaten up. i remember going back to this room. it looked like the room of a beach house. it had tan wooden walls and dark brown hardwood floors. the beds were covered with tan blankets and white pillows. the room was full of girls and i walked in visibly upset. i sat by the closet of the door and i saw a collection of photo books. i took one out and saw pictures of my grandma. i started crying and turned my head and saw a tall brunette wearing her bathing suit. it was black with white polka dots. then i turned my head back to the book but i saw through the opening in the door my family. my mom on the couch next to burger and then i saw my grandma. she was on a little tyke tricycle going back and forth with the goofy smile i remember when i was a kid.

now i was at a cafe that looked like it was in an airport. i was sitting down with my mom, two women i've never seen before, and my best friend...johnathan taylor thomas. elizabeth perkins was our waitress and i remember calling her on my cell phone while she was serving us. we were very candid about it. it seemed by the matter of speech we didn't want people to know that we had something. she left and i left the table followed by my mom. i got a phone call and it was someone trying to sound older than they were. they were telling me that i couldn't come back to any college ever because of my antisemetism and violence. i remember saying "shut the fuck up, you're nobody, and i'm not jewish i'm not jewish!" i hung up the phone after i got back to the same cafe (i walked in a complete circle and ended up there). my mom was visibly proud that i handled myself so well.

i appeared to be in a club. it was dark in one area and it was grainy white in another. by grainy white i mean like a static filled television. i was in the dark end with jtt and a bunch of others. then i turned to see jtt wasn't jtt anymore. it was an adult brad pitt and he was dancing flamboyantly. then i walked away to the border of the grainy white and the dark. i stared into the grainy white and the cast of full house was there. all at the age of the first season of the show so the kids were young and the guys all had long hair. jesse and rebecca were sitting on a couch apart from each other while the others danced. then they all got up and held hands and danced. then i noticed there was a giant magnet imbedded in the couch. then i remembered that bob saget was recently on conan talking about how magnets couldn't tear them apart. the magnet kicked in while they all held hands. the magnet pulled them all over and danny was stuck to the couch while the rest kept the chain connected.

i woke up.

i went back to bed.

i was in a video store where all the videos looked like versions of jaws or zombie movies. burger was there taking his usual hour to look at every box. i remember seeing a tv and there were guys diving into a pool full of electric eels. then a little boy jumped into the pool. there was a zoom on the electric eel and then i stopped watching. burger started and chuckled under his breath.

every dream went by in hyper jinx and i woke up at 11:35.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Thu, 03 Aug 2006 03:45:42 GMT

the other night i watched a documentary on bukowski until about three in the morning. it really helped me understand more about life. i don't mean i got some remarkable life lessons from a two hour documentary i mean i got what he had to give, and i liked it a lot. i remember him talking about his scars from the intense degree of acne he had all over his body and that one night he saw a man when he was in the car with his girlfriend when he saw this man with even deeper scars than he had and he said "what a beautiful man." i got more of a feel for his life than i had in any other documentary or biography. there was one part where he was reading a poem about being in the shower with his girlfriend to this french reporter. he was reading it and all of the sudden he starts crying. he explained later that he was reading the wrong poem and that this one was about a girl he loved for five years and then left him. i didn't think he could be so phased having read several books now but there he was crying and saying "she's the one that left," in between breaths.

i guess what i'm saying is i love charles bukowski, he's taught me a lot, and i want to care about someone that much.

i just don't think i can. no one will let me.

in the lighter portion of today's entry i've been watching the office for hours on end. i now have every episode downloaded and after i fix my dvd writer i will have the dvds as well.

also my dad lies a lot, dina lies a lot, and i don't like either one of them. i'm just going to go through the motions and only talk to my dad when i need to.

i'm avoiding my roomates calls. i just don't want to talk on the phone. i hope that doesn't cause some kind of awful divide. even if it does i don't think i'll care enough.

UPDATE: i talked to my roomate jeremy online. he asked me to room with him because out of all the other guys he felt we'd get along better. so i'm either cooler than the other two guys or the other guys already teamed up. we get along pretty well so here's hoping i can stick it out with the jazz major himself jeremy lawerence.

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Tue, 25 Jul 2006 04:35:50 GMT

my classes are officially scheduled. my school week ends every friday at 3:50 p.m. of course my struggle to complete all that needs to be completed for school continues.

i still have to go shopping for

- a comforter
- an internet ready card for my laptop
- a better charger for said laptop
- clothes (in the pants variety)
- a dvd holder because all of the boxes will just be a hassle
- and things i don't know about yet i'm sure

best part is i have to go with my dad whom i just had a fight with on our last outing. so hopefully he just gives me money so i can go about my business.

it's getting harder to picture moving away. surprisingly only because the baby and my mom. mostly the baby because mom works every day until night so i'd end up seeing her for about two hours (which to my mom probably means the world to her). but watching the baby grow up was always the brightest part of my day so it'll surely dim once i'm gone. i'm not really too worried about anyone else since all i really see is tommy and greg on the occasion. but greg will be at school and tommy will just be home or hanging out with his cousin and the pack of youngsters he's recently befriended to see all the bad movies i won't sit through (i.e. little man).

i do believe i'm liking people less and less, which for me is a very real problem since me and people and me um not so great already.

i guess that's it although i know it's not.

shit hits fan

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 03:13:09 GMT

my family from florida is coming tomorrow. i like my cousin bobby, her husband alex, and their kids. i do not like my aunt cathy and her son (who i am almost sure was an abortion survivor) richie a.k.a bam a.k.a dick. six people coming to live in a house that usually harbors five. i will be manic, depressed, miserable, angry, and to end all vicious. i told my mom that if i go to leave the house and she says "why not take richie?" i'm going to snap her neck. i'm going to go live underneath the boardwalk for a week. she says i should love my family, that i should love people. to which i always shoot back within an instant with one of the following.

i hate my family.

i hate people.

she says it's being antisocial i say i'm picky.

all i know is justin afifi is on lockdown.

always fun with dad

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Tue, 04 Jul 2006 01:30:12 GMT

my dad called me out of nowhere and told me to be ready in fifteen minutes. i was and needless to say we went to the mall. the car ride started off pretty quiet so i found myself talking about how wingo was arrested yet again. i kind of use dina's mistakes as a filler. we seem to agree that she's really becoming quite the liar. when we got to the mall he kept asking me about my style. like "what kind of style is this?" then he went shopping for himself and kept asking me if i liked what he was buying. whenever i said no he kept saying getta outta here! it's one of my favorite things in the world. we spent about an hour looking at clothes for him. he ended up buying two shirts and two pairs of pants but even that took a half hour. he found them on a rack that said 50% off but they weren't 50% off. he has this assinine charm that i'm positive i would have if i wasn't so reserved. he makes jokes with the clerks even though he's kind of screwing them over. then we do the usual sit down and talk over coffee. he has coffee and i watch him drink coffee. then he asked me when "in my head" did i think i was going to get married. i said forty. he gave me his deep breath nasty face after that. i asked if he was trying to arrange a marriage and he kind of dodged the question. muslims and their values. then we talked about college. i only realize that i'm going to be gone when he talks to me about it. it's always uncomfortable to talk about too. he always asks if i'm going to take up business or be a lawyer...despite the fact that it's an art school. now he knows that so hopefully those questions stop.

the end

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Sun, 02 Jul 2006 23:36:28 GMT

i cancelled my myspace. you may say what you will but when you see tommy woodward taking pictures with his shirt off it's the last straw.

america

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Sat, 24 Jun 2006 23:18:12 GMT

really big simon & garfunkel kick after watching almost famous last night.

it's very nice what with the lightning and all.

basketball

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Wed, 21 Jun 2006 04:07:37 GMT

the heat win the title! the heat win the title!

okay

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 18:09:30 GMT

my mom is fine so far so that's always nice.

i went to get a prescription filled for her at acme and then this old man who blatantly came to me in a line says "excuse me!" despite the fact he was already closer to one corner of the aisle not involving a line and that the thing he wanted was on the corner he neglected to use. when i moved out the way he said "don't be afraid to move!" which just proves not all old people are adorable. that little cocksucker has it coming.

the man i was behind in the line and me exchanged fake smiles but as i just got home from shoprite (acme didn't have the prescription) and as i'm parking i see a man walking in my court. he looked like the man i was behind in line. i thought that would be much too strange and then i saw the back of his shirt. it was one of those "cool dog" shirts or something with the dogs always acting out things on the shirts. i thought the coincidence was kind of insane at first but then i realized i don't know any neighbors on the other half of the court. they probably hear my sister yelling and assosciate me with the white trash portion of our family.

it's really hot so i right now got high and am going to go into our pool. it is inflatable and i like looking at it.

i take back saying redheads are ugly because they're not. i shouldn't make such grand generalizations.

i had a dream that me and christian slater (from high school) and some little boy were at this huge mall and this big dickhead standing at about seven feet tall and had a three foot tall cell phone was picking on christian and the little kid. so i jumped in after being semi intimidated and started cursing at the kid and threatening to fucking kill him. then he dropped his cell phone and ran off. he shrank to about five feet and his phone went back to normal. i saw the phone on the ground, broke it, and then threw it into a water fountain which looked like the one at burlington mall with mogley from the jungle book riding the elephant. the kid came back later and started yelling at me for breaking his cell phone. i just ignored him after that. then i had a dream that i was running home from christian's house in the farmlands and i kept climbing fences, normal and barbedwire fences. i remember dropping my electri kool aid acid test book on the front lawn and saying to myself "oh no that's my electric kool aid acid test book on the front lawn! i was just reading that tom wolfe!"

then i woke up to my mom telling me to take her to surgery. my story went in a circle kind of!

101-100

ultimoafifi@gmail.com — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 04:45:23 GMT

basketball finals games ending at 12:30 are what i live for! especially when your team wins by a point.