I wonder if it's sad that angry music puts me in a good mood. welp, a good christmas in all, i must say. i took like, almost two weeks off work and boy oh boy did i need it. spent all my christmas money on a psp. freakin' love this thing. it's totally a 'me' gadget. if i can figure out how to get the homebrew apps running, i'm gonna squeal. or maybe... something more macho. nope, i'll prolly giggle like a maniac on vicatin. i think i sound like the joker, lol. Got this like, encyclopedia-set sized collection of calvin adn hobbes, which apparently is like the end-all be-all collection. it's too heavy for bathroom reading material, lol. more like an oxford dictionary. hm, searching for something substantial... nope, i'm happy, so not much to gripe about. the psycho half-bobcat's been good, hope he holds out for another day before he returns to his usual living terror arrangement, i can't handle him without the sister-person here. on a side note, gay as it sounds, i'm passively looking at finding a school-thing to get certified or whatever to be a hairdresser, since i'm suspended and all for this semester from real school, and kinda hate "real" school now anyway. hey, fat guys gotta eat too. though i bet i could prove that one wrong for at least a month before gnawing a leg off and sauteing it in butter. why hasn't homestarrunner.com updated in a month? T_T they..they can't be gone, say it ain't so, say it ain't so... oh, and poop, i left my guitar at the house, crap, now i've only got the red accoustic/electric again, and it sounds terrible accoustic after my loverly crappy 12/now 6 string. poop i say.