Of all the days to get insomnia...normally I can sleep until whenever I want but today I had to go to the orientation (I'll start school on March 2nd...yeah yeah, about time, I know...). I didn't even know it was that late (or early?) until I heard my dad's alarm go off in the other room and I checked my watch and realized it was five in the morning. I think it took another two hours until I finally fell asleep for about thirty minutes or so until I had to get up and go. While I was trying to sleep, I remembered this article I read about this family that has a hereditary disease that's fatal insomnia. They can't fall asleep (apparently sleeping pills don't work) and eventually their body just fails because it's so exhausted, I guess. So the body deteriorates while the mind stays healthy. Man that would suck. So I was like "Oh man, I hope that didn't happen to me" and I was all freaking out (which, now that I think of it, probably didn't help me fall asleep more quickly). But then I must have slept a little which was good. Well, I was still tired and I still had to like hike up the massive hill to the Millenium Hall (did that hill get steeper? and longer? argh) and walk a bit for the bus stops and whatnot but hey, at least I don't have fatal insomnia.

Oh yeah, and I found out that this one Korean actor that I really like is gay. WTF man. Now my chances with him are in the negative zone. Grrrr. My mom was like, "Think of it this way, now you'll never have to see him go out with a girl." So true. When my mom isn't being ridiculously mean, she can be quite insightful, haha. The other Korean actor that I really like is going to the army for his mandatory service. Grawr, is the world against me? I was hoping I would see him sometime; it's really easy to see "famous" people here because hey, Korea's pretty small, haha. For anyone who's up on dA kPoP, I saw Eugene (the S.E.S girl). She was tiny but really pretty. It was kind of cool seeing her because I actually knew who she was unlike the other Korean actors/actresses/singers that I've seen.

Oh for the EDS people, good luck on the play! I hope someone records it so I can watch it...

1/29/03:...
[mood: phlegmatic]

Everyone in the family seems to be suffering from some sort of food poisoning or stomach bug that leaves one puking, not eating, or both. It sucks. I weigh less now than I did when I was in eighth grade with shit for a digestive system. But I suppose it's okay because as soon as I get better, I have an excuse to eat all the crap I want like Flaming Asteroid Cheetoes and ice cream shakes.

And I'll be beyond disappointed if people don't get the irony of my mood icons.

1/26/03:i don't read enough...
[mood: amused]

This is jacked from ron weasley's livejournal because he is much cooler than me. Plus, I haven't written anything in awhile...

100 or so Commonly Banned Books

Bold the ones you've read. Italicize the ones you've read part of. Underline the ones you specifically want to read (at least some of). Read more. Convince others to read some.

1. The Bible- I went through this crazy phase where I decided to read the Bible cover to cover. It was...interesting.

2. Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain-one of the few people in the western hemisphere who has never read this.

3. Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes

4. The Koran

5. Arabian Nights- well, I read the children's version. The original is apparently extremely racy.

6. Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain- see #2.

7. Gulliver's Travels by Jonathon Swift

8. Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer- I think I like it, the parts I've read, anyway.

9. Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

10. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

11. Prince by Niccol� Machiavelli

12. Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe -gotta read the book that was the first to outsell the Bible.

13. Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank

14. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

15. Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

16. Les Mis�rables by Victor Hugo

17. Dracula by Bram Stoker

18. Autobiography by Benjamin Franklin-at least I think so. Maybe it was just a biography. eh.

19. Tom Jones by Henry Fielding

20. Essays by Michel de Montaigne

21. Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck-I'll get around to it

22. History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon

23. Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

24. Origin of Species by Charles Darwin

25. Ulysses by James Joyce

26. Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio

27. Animal Farm by George Orwell-I actually liked this book a lot. The ending was smart.

28. 1984 by George Orwell - I'll read it eventually. I'll probably have to read it eventually.

29. Candide by Voltaire

30. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee- holy crap yes, only like three months ago or something because I realized I was the only person who went through American middle school without reading it.

31. Analects by Confucius

32. Dubliners by James Joyce

33. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

34. Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway

35. Red and the Black by Stendhal

36. Capital by Karl Marx

37. Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire

(interest...fading...to finish the list...)

38. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

39. Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence

40. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

41. Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser

42. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell -I'll read it eventually.

43. Jungle by Upton Sinclair

44. All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

45. Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx

46. Lord of the Flies by William Golding -freaky little boys...

47. Diary by Samuel Pepys

48. Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

49. Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

50. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury-not a fan of this book. This is the one with the seashells, right? There's so many post-apocalyptic books out there it's hard to keep track.

51. Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak

52. Critique of Pure Reason by Immanuel Kant

53.One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey

54. Praise of Folly by Desiderius Erasmus

55. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

56. Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X

57. Color Purple by Alice Walker

58.Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger-argh, every teenager's favorite book.

59.Essay Concerning Human Understanding by John Locke

60. Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

61. Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe

62. One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

63. East of Eden by John Steinbeck- Steinbeck, you rebel! Look at you go! Practically every book you've written is on this list!

64. Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

65. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

66.Confessions by Jean Jacques Rousseau-I think. Wait, actually I'm not too sure now.

67. Gargantua and Pantagruel by Fran�ois Rabelais

68. Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes- I'm afraid I'm not sure if I finished this.

69. The Talmud

70. Social Contract by Jean Jacques Rousseau- well...see #66. I read something of Rousseau...

71. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson

72. Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence

73. American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser

74. Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler

75. Separate Peace by John Knowles

76. Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

77. Red Pony by John Steinbeck- not a fan of this book.

78. Popol Vuh

79. Affluent Society by John Kenneth Galbraith

80. Satyricon by Petronius

81. James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl-whoa, surprising

82. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov-must see what fuss is about...

83. Black Boy by Richard Wright

84. Spirit of the Laws by Charles de Secondat Baron de Montesquieu

85. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut- another book that I'll get around to reading eventually.

86. Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George- wait, now why was this banned again?

87. Metaphysics by Aristotle

88.Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder-and why was this banned?

89.Institutes of the Christian Religion by Jean Calvin

90. Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse

91. Power and the Glory by Graham Greene

92. Sanctuary by William Faulkner

93. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

94. Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin

95. Sylvester and the Magic Pebble by William Steig

96. Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

97. General Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud

98. Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood-for some reason, this book gave me crazy visuals and I got freaked out.

99. Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Alexander Brown

100. Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

101. Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman by Ernest J. Gaines

102. �mile Jean by Jacques Rousseau- ooh, here's the rousseau that I read, haha.

103. Nana by �mile Zola

104. Chocolate War by Robert Cormier

105. Go Tell It on the Mountain by James Baldwin- nope but I could sing the song by the same name...

106. Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

107. Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein

108. Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Peck

109. Ox-Bow Incident by Walter Van Tilburg Clark

110. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes -I love this book. I read it like once a year and it still makes me practically cry each time.

111. The DaVinci Code by Dan Brown- haha sike...damn I'm obnoxious...

Hmm...I should read more. With that said, I'm gonna go draw (hah)...

1/15/03:i loved this show...

"Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street. Brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered, in some way had to do with her. That day Winnie and I promised each other that no matter what, that we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion and truth and wisdom. It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young.

The next day Winnie and I came home. Back to where we'd started. It was the 4th of July in that little suburban town. Somehow though, things were different. Our past was here, but our future was somewhere else. And we both knew, sooner or later, we had to go. It was the last July I ever spent in that town. The next year, after graduation, I was on my way. So was Paul. He went to Harvard, of course. Studied law. He's still allergic to everything.

As for my father...well...we patched things up. Hey, we were family. For better or worse. One for all...and all for one. Karen's son was born in that September. I gotta say, I think he looks like me. Poor kid. Mom, she did well: business woman, board chairman, grandmother...cooker of mashed potatoes. The Wayner stayed on in furniture. Wood seemed to suit him. In fact he took over the factory two years later....when dad passed away. Winnie left the next summer to study art history in Paris.

Still we never forgot our promise. We wrote to each other once a week for the next eight years. I was there to meet her, when she came home, with my wife and my first son, eight months old. Like I said, things never turn out exactly the way you planned.

Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers; next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place...a town...a house like a lot of other houses... A yard like a lot of other yards...on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is...after all these years, I still look back...with wonder."

1/10/03: Pick Up Lines from the Fellowship

The stranger/dirtier ones are courtesy of Max.

Legolas: I'll fire my arrow right into your target, baby!

Aragorn: I'm a human raised by elves, I'm a ranger, royalty, I've got about fifty different names... I think you can tell I'm incredibly versatile...in all ways imaginable eh? *winkwink* Oh wait, I'm engaged. crap.

Frodo: I am tortured. I am burdened with the One Ring. Don't you pity me? Won't you give me some much needed tender loving care?

Sam: Mr. Frodo!

Gimli: My height is compensated by...well, let's just say it's compensated.

Merry and Pippin: Think you can blow something the size of THAT smoke ring?

Gandalf: You think this staff is mighty? Wait till you see...hold up, I have to go battle the Balrog now.

Boromir: Hey baby, wanna blow the real horn of Gondor?

1/10/03:

Julie left yesterday (sigh) so it looks like I'll have a lot of time on my hands.

I'm going to reread the LOTR since it's been a really long time since I've last read the books. The only thing I remember is Tom Bombadil and his hippie wife. Oh, and the fact that the slash was laid on pretty thick and Legolas was a huge Mary-Sue. But other than that, it's all a big blur. And I'll also be reading the Poisonwood Bible, sent to me by fantastic Grace who is awesome in more ways than one can count.

I'm off to draw more perhaps and hope that they will turn out better.

1/5/03:out of hibernation

Okay, so I wasn't exactly hibernating, but I do feel like this is the first time I've been online in a very long time. Eh. I hope Rozie's reading this. I dunno why; probably just because she's the only person that I know who actually reads all of the meaningless drabble, haha. Hi Rozie!

I watched the extended LOTR ROTK and my love for LOTR has blossomed once more to the point of obsession...again. The only bits I didn't really like in the extended was that part with Grima and Mister Winged Eyebrows And Long Fingernails since...well, it's wrong, first off, and you just feel sorry for Grima, who is possibly the second most wretched character ever made (the first being Gollum/Smeagol). And Saruman (I feel like I spelled that wrong) just takes low blows out on everyone. He might as well just said that they were ugly and that they smelled bad. Then I didn't like the bit where Aragorn talks to the Palantir. (Oh yeah, I should put something like *spoilers* right?) It was useless and kills the slash that was built up earlier. I didn't mind the chat before the final battle or whatnot with that one Orc but his lips...it was kind of gross. I mean, the scene was mildly amusing and was comic relief but his lips were all cut and every time he talked, the cuts would open and close and open and close...I thought of it while eating breakfast this morning and it completely killed my appetite.

Other than that, all of the extra scenes were excellent and I wish they were kept in the movie. Unfortunately, Charlie was right; there wasn't enough of a conclusion with the love triangle of Aragorn, Eowyn, and Faramir. Speaking of Aragorn and Eowyn, what was up with that scene where she's sleeping on some random couch that Aragorn passes by? It seems like she planned the whole thing out to me. Oh well; she redeems herself anyway by killing the Witch King and reviving the feminist spirit in everyone watching the movie. Oh yeah, and there's that drinking game between Gimli and Legolas that I was looking forward to. Legolas was so coked up. He was like, "My hand is all tingly..." after drinking like seven cups of beer or ale or whatever they drink. Speaking of drinking, I read in the newspaper that there was this bear in Washington that drank 36 cans of beer then passed out. It cracks me up each time I thinik about it...

In conclusion, the extended was really good. I do love LOTR. And funny bears. More on this later, however. Bye Rozie!

12/28/04: why?!

Why has Paloalto broken up? WHY?! This is...I can't breathe. Argh. Well...that news severely depresses me, as well as some other news. A suggestion to help ring in the new year on a good foot: donate some money at www.redcross.org for the earthquake/tsunami victims. It's completely over the internet and takes two seconds and a credit card. Pretty easy, eh?

Has anyone else really thought of any New Years resolutions? I remember when I was little I'd do weird things like "world domination" or "fifty slaves that will obey my every will." I think ever since I got out of elementary school, I've gotten a bit...less ambitious. And I remember reading the Babysitter's Club or something (yeah, that's right, I read them and I still remember them!) and they would do dumb stuff like, "I resolve to get a boyfriend this year!" and Dawn (the vegan, blonde who likes to dress is oversized clothes because it's comfortable...I told you I remember these books) really wanted a boyfriend but she was embarrassed to admit it because her friends hadn't hit puberty yet (or maybe it was the other way around) so she said she wanted to change her hair and then everyone freaked out because her hair was like flaxen or something. How can I remember all of this and never remember anything important? Yeah, it's a pain. Anyway...I'm sure that little drabble entertained the lot of you. I'm off to go bug Julie cause, hey, I haven't done that for three months so I have to, you know, make up for the lost time.

12/21/04:meaningless drabble about my sucky drawing and elves and weird underground, internet cults

I just felt like writing, so I'm writing...meaningless drabble. I've been drawing nonstop for the past couple of days and it's not even satisfying because everything turns out looking quite crappy. But I used colored pencils yesterday for the first time since...I dunno, like elementary school. The girl/elf/faery/sprite/paper shredder/whatever had really bizarre hair but at least the wings came out okay. Maybe that's only because you can see like maybe an inch of the wings. I only used five colors for the picture, haha. Black and the rest were all different shades of blue. It was so ugly and plain that I added this ribbon on the empty left side of the page and lo and behold...it got uglier, hahaha.

Oh yeah, for Lord of the Rings fanatics...I drew Glorfindel. It was just an elf, when I started drawing, but then I wanted it to be Legolas. But when I finished, he looked a little too bitter and smug to be Legolas. Legolas strikes me more of a hunk of wood sort of personality with exceedingly bad grammar, not a bitter and smug sort of person. So, with a stroke of brilliance, I realized I had drawn not Legolas but Glorfindel: bitter that he was cut from the movie, smug that he still has an avid fan following. Maybe I should draw him holding an axe or something...He could be hunting Arwens.

Charlie informed me that another elf that has a major following was Figwit or something. Fandoms are weird like that. Anyway, he thought that Figwit would be bitter because everyone else has cool names like Glorfinel, Elrohir, Legolas, Elrond, etc. and he's stuck with...Figwit. It sounds like the name of an owl in the Harry Potter universe.

Speaking of fandoms, by chance I feel like I stumbled into like the secret, underground world of fanfiction and the strange happenings of it. So supposedly the girl who wrote the "Very Secret Diaries of the Fellowship of the Ring" or something (I don't know if that's the real name but I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about) also wrote this gigantic trilogy circling around Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter (and do I mean gigantic. Someone called it "the fic that ate Manhattan")and was robbed and her laptop, along with her roommate's, was stolen. So she posted what happened on her livejournal and fans put together a paypal account and within a week or so, over three thousand dollars had been donated to her.

WOW. I should quit my job (haha, er, if I had a job that is) and write fanfiction all the time, hoping I'll get a scary cult following like that. Supposedly the author girl, Cassandra Claire, has a cult of haters as well who are hoping that she'll get sued by Warner Brothers or something because she is dangerously close to making money for writing stories about characters that are copyrighted.

Anyway, I found it interesting. I'm off to go fix the wings on some other girl that I'm drawing. This would be like the third time. I'm surprised the paper hasn't disintegrated by now...Oh yeah, I found out that Ariel has a livejournal. How weird is that? Actually, not that weird, but I found it weird. It's like finding out that your teacher has xanga or something. Okay fine, that's not that weird either.

12/17/04: some new music

I realized I still hadn't listened to some of the music that Julie sent ages ago so I took out Sparta and caesars and heard them. Now they're on permanent repeat. They're fun. The Sparta c.d. is a short one, seven songs (more like six, not counting the short intro) of a concert of their's and they're pretty good live. Caesars is fun. It's like...I'm not very good at classifying/describing music. You know, there's those people who can hear a song and they'd be like "Oh, that sounds like Evan Dando singing a Chet Baker song with a Beatles twist and a...Britney Spears beat." You know, that kind of thing. Yeah, I can't do that. I'm just bad at it, just like how I'm bad at pointing out similar faces and telling time on analog watches. But I'll take a stab at it. So caesars is bouncy and energetic like Jet (forget about their mellow songs for a second, although I like them more than their bouncy songs) and...um catchy like The Darkness. The vocals are...well they don't have a particularly unique voice (whoever in the band is singing) but I can't put my finger on another band that has vocals that sound like them. Okay, I'm going to stop now; I told you I suck at this. I didn't know they were the ones that sang "jerk it out."

Julie's coming on Thursday! That's only six days away! I'm so excited. And my history final's over, thank goodness. Now all I've got left is my film final but that doesn't really count since the professor gave us the questions ahead of time...oh yeah, and he gave us the answers too.

12/7/04: hooray for the holidays!

This is jacked from Grace's livejournal, heh:

Five Christmas Presents You Want
* Disneyland, haha. Disneyland Anaheim, to be more specific.
* That Tiffany ring my parents bought me that I lost twice before losing it the third time for good (third time's the charm, eh?)
* Plane tickets to Philly so I can follow Julie like the leech that I am.
* some books. I'm tired of staring at the same books for the past six months, haha.
* Love. Package it up well cause it's valuable ^^

Five Christmas Presents You Want To Give
* Digital camera for Julie
* Bowling Ball for Dad
* Something pretty for my mom. She's quite difficult to shop for.
* Pig ears for Nappy. It's kind of gross but hey, if he likes em...
* Much love and good vibes to everyone in Washington, along with that package of things I've sent along.

Five Favorite Christmas Songs
* It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year ~sigh~
* Jingle Bell Rock (preferrably belted out loud while rocking out the back up music on the piano, sans talent, of course)
* We Wish You a Merry Christmas. Nothing puts me in a more Christmas spirit-y mood than this song.
* Santa Baby. Saw it on a Christmas episode of Ally McBeal and loved the song ever since.
* The soundtrack to The Nightmare Before Christmas

Five People You Wish You Were Spending Christmas With
Is this people that you're not spending Christmas with? In that case...:
* All my girls~ That would be...five of you guys, haha. Charlotte, Wendy, Jess, Erin, and Rozie. Oh I miss their loudness, silliness, sweetness, funniness, and happiness.
* Everyone else in Washington. Way too many people to name. Everyone from Nappy to EEPers to select Acads (haha) to my godparents to people from my OM group to you.

Five Foods You Love To Eat On Christmas
* Steak. Ah, so much for my vegetarianism. It's become a tradition to eat good steak on Christmas day (before heading off to watch LOTR. Oh man, it's so sad that the trilogy's over...)
* Hot chocolate with honey and cinnamon and my secret ingredient.
* Candy canes
* Some sort of cake or pie. Something sweet, heh.
* Gingerbread

Five Best Things About Christmas
* The way everything lights up with Christmas decorations
* Shopping for presents for everyone, trying to (sometimes in vain) keep it secret
* Sitting inside Starbucks when it's freezing outside and your nose is all tingly from the sudden warmth and you get caramel apple cider or hot chocolate and drink it while listening to Christmas carols.
* Christmas movies! Elf, Love Actually, The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Mighty Ducks...
* All that Christmas spirit jazz

Mmmmm, that's put me in a very fuzzy, Christmas spirit. If I turned into an object right now, it'd be a really warm, soft sweater, haha.

12/6/04: holiday ramblings

I swear around this time last year, I had a wish list full of detailed things that I wanted this year for Christmas, or at least a wish list on Amazon.com. As of the moment, I can't think of a single thing that I really want for Christmas (except for that Tiffany ring that I lost that I'll have to buy with some money I earned from tutoring the English-ly challenged. Well, crap, there's one thing I can think of, then...haha). I don't know, though, whether this lack of Christmas list is a good thing or a bad thing.

On one hand, it shows that I'm...less demanding? Eh, I don't know. On the other, it just shows how indecisive I have gotten over the years. Seriously. I just...can't make decisions for myself. Especially with little things like where to eat or what to do, haha. Maybe that'll be my new year's resolution or whatever.

EDIT: Hah, yes I do have a Christmas list now. See above?

Charlie told me that in Canada, in the holiday season, instead of playing like seasonal cartoons or something or Christmas movies like Snowy the Snowball that Saved Christmas or something, they play the Mighty Ducks! What I wouldn't give to be in Canada now! I'm definitely going to have to have a little holiday movie marathon with the Mighty Ducks, Elf, and Love Actually.

Whenever I talk online (talk, not chat) there's this five second lag and I can hear what I said being repeated. I never knew what my voice really sounds like but it sounds kind of weird. It's strangely thick like I just drank a gallon of syrup or something. Anyway, I found that interesting. It's weird how you think your voice is one way and it isn't.

Anyway, all of that rambling must have been really boring but hey, my brain is half functioning right now (no comments from the peanut gallery. yes, that means you).

11/25/04: whoa

The homepage looks really nice, doesn't it? That's thanks to Josh. I guess my homepage must have really sucked if he went off and did that without me asking, haha. Wow I'm exhausted after wading through crowds of chain smokers, buying some Christmas gifts. I'm dying to write another (horrible) Lavalamp. Unfortunately, I have no idea who to write it on. No Charles, I will not write one about you and Emma Watson.

11/20/04: lost in translation, er or something like that

I got off the train today at the Seoul station and was waiting at the light to cross the street when I heard a couple of Chinese women ask these two students if they knew how to speak English. They were like "Er...yes...?" And then the women started going on and on about how they want to find small electrical appliances or something completely random and the students were not understanding at all. So my mom nudged me and told me to go be a good Samaritan so I had to step in and show off my mad English skills (ha. ha.). I guess it felt good doing a nice deed but I think it felt better making the two guys look foolish because they were kind of obnoxious.

Oh, and the lack of pop-ups is all thanks to me because I'm a computer whiz like that. Hah, no, they're thanks to Josh. There, I said it. I should have just taken credit for it...

11/16/04: congratulations

Congrats to anyone reading this because that means they figured out how my homepage worked. I guess I could have sent all of my information and whatnot to Josh and he could have made everything all spiffy and whatever so that people could tell what to do at the homepage but whatever, I got lazy and didn't bother e-mailing him any of the stuff.

Anyway, I predicted that I'd get sick of the pink soon and I did. Except I think maybe it wasn't the pink. It might have been just the layout itself. The picture, the not so cool icons, etc. etc. I kind of like this one though. I don't know, I might get bored and start fiddling around again. This blog page isn't done either but I felt like writing something.

Oh yeah, since people are cool, a lot of them filled out that forward/questionere/meme/whatever. I think about six and a half people filled it out (by half I mean one person filled out half of it, not half a person...). Anyway, I'm sure with that information, your life has new meaning now. Why am I writing about useless things? Why am I writing at all? blah. To go back to the homepage, click on the flower in that girl's hair.