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I am incapable of blogging because Lain has gooified my brain. I'm working on getting it back in order. Thanks for understanding.
Oh yeah, and
"MEN IN HATS RETURNS MONDAY, JULY 5. Sorry it took so long. See you then."
Awesome.
I'm so apathetic with everything because I've never had to try before and have developed the sense that putting forth effort is pointless. Now that I do have to try, it's shocking and I'd rather shy away than come to terms with it.
Sure, talking about it is great, but it won't help me deal with it. However, I am perfectly fine to take things one step at a time right now; it's never too late to turn back later. The only thing where this isn't true is college, and I *will* get that taken care of when the time comes.
Wasp nest eradicated. And all it took was an assload of raid and a broom. My dad almost got stung, though.
And I beat Dark Cloud 2, so now I have absolutely nothing to do as opposed to the mostly nothing to do I had to do before.
Oh, and I got gmail. IM me if you want to know my address.
There's a wasp nest growing in between my back door and its screen door. My dad foolishly tried to swat it down, and they all came out and are flying around outside. It looks like there's a lot of eggs in there, too, so this should be interesting.
Nothing else has happened, but I've been trying to finish Dark Cloud 2 so I can get on with what little life I have.
I saw Harry Potter with my family for Father's Day yesterday. The whole Harry Potter thing isn't that retarded, although it is still mostly retarded. This movie was darker than the others, so that was good. It has been the best of the three so far, but if you read the books, you'll disagree, because everyone does. I don't like the thing nearly enough to read the books. There's a lot of better stuff out there.
(Tom Waits waits for the bus)
Well, I added a few more losers with blogs to the links on the right, and it's still in rough order of the frequency of their updates except chesley who goes at the end because he molests babies.
Also,
diplomaticshark.com.
Also, I was looking at one of my mom's stupid tabloids, and on the cover it says "Now with 30% more pages!" Could there be a more shallow and stupid way of hinting at "We have more content!" I mean, just because something has a lot of pages doesn't mean it has more meaning. Look at the Bible.
SEVEN DAYS LATER...
I'm still doing nothing. But that's fine. I've got all the time in the world.
I've mainly just been playing games, loafing around, and sleeping an ungodly amount for some reason. I probably slept for 17 hours yesterday, in bits and pieces.
I just felt obligated to blog, even though no one reads it.
Well, Trigun was awesome, as I suspected. If Eva was a 100 (after a grade curve, of course (even though it's almost perfect (I'd probably give it like a 99.2 or something (parenths are fun)))), Trigun would be like a 90 or so. At least, that's what I told Rickey.
In the event that I have children (please), I'm going to let them do whatever the fuck they want, so long as they are determined to do it and decided it was a good idea on their own instead of being fed it by their irresponsible and ignorant peers. After all, intelligence and sentience are the two most important things (leaving out self-indulgence).
Well, Mr. Anderson.
Do you like what I've done with the place?
In case you're wondering (and you're not), I stopped blogging because it got old and I was kind of busy (not really, but I like to think so as to justify my own lack of responsibility). But, now that's it's summer, and I have jack shit to do, I think I'll start blogging again.
Tomorrow/today I'll be at Ross's watching all of Trigun in one sitting. It's really great fun. And I hate when people look down on something because of other people's exemplifying the token nerd or loser that associates with it (anime, "gothic" music, programming, THINKING DEEPLY). I mean, come on. Come on.
Yeah, that's bull, and I know it. But that's just fine; I'm entitled to my own opinions, and you have nothing better to do so you're reading this crap in hopes that I may have some kind of wisdom to get you through your next inane Brookharvard class or appointment with friends.
Well, I don't.
