Sorry for the lateness, but happy birthday, Kelly!

Yeah...I've been kind of bad at updating. I'm just popping in now to say a big thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday yesterday! I wasn't around for much of the day, so didn't get a chance to respond.

Also, I finally posted a double recap, so go check it out if you're into that sort of thing.

Till next time (whenever that may be...)!

Check this out you guys. My friend Alicia has this shit brown dwarf rabbit named Coco who also happens to be the devil. Coco attended the HP7 release party with us, wearing a Slytherin scarf that I made for her at the last second. Aaaaaand...here's a picture of Coco wearing the scarf!

TOO EFFING CUTE.

This is a quick update to say I'm still alive. Just in case anyone noticed I hadn't posted for a while. It's not that there hasn't been anything to post about. On the contrary, there's just too damn much.

Speaking of too damn much, I really thought I would use this summer to at least try to catch up on my overwhelming to-do list. You know, all those projects I've never quite finished. Like the giant 100,000 word Phoenix Wright smut novel and the next VGR podcast and John's photo site, to name a few. That was before I went and got Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. What was I thinking? Now both John and I are totally addicted to this damn thing. I won't embarrass myself by admitting how many hours I've logged so far, and I haven't even started the main quest. Holy crap. This game is a procrastinator's nightmare.

Oh, and the bunnies are both sick. Brinco especially. I don't really feel like going into the details, but basically he's been dealing with/recovering from GI stasis for almost three weeks now. I've lost track of how many times those two buttholes have been to the vet in the past couple of months. Let's just say...it hasn't been the least stressful time. Which just makes me play more video games, naturally. *sigh*

At least I can take comfort in the fact that my character is the most fabulous gay wood elf EVER. He wears makeup. Seriously.

Happy birthday, Sam!

I am less than six hours away from being done for the semester. The last week has been a real sodomizer. Not as bad as last semester, but there were still some moments in there where I wasn't sure I'd get my final assignment done. I finished it last night and printed it out today. WHEW!

The sad thing is, this assignment is totally optional unless I want an A in the class. So it seems kind of silly to have end-of-semester panic, no matter how minor, over the prospect of getting a B. Doing the assignment doesn't even guarantee that I'll get an A -- I still have to get a high enough grade on the assignment.

Anyway. I have three hours of class tonight, which includes a presentation, and then I am finished.

It looks like I'll be graduating one semester later than I originally planned. I won't get into all the details, but they aren't offering the one class I need to finish up both my concentrations in the fall. There's nothing stopping me from finishing up my degree in the fall anyway, since I just need two electives. I decided to take Advanced Object Concepts which is only offered in the spring, thus pushing back my graduation. If I'm paying out of pocket, I figure, at least I may as well take classes I'm interested in.

So I'll be getting my OO concentration, but not my data management concentration. Instead, I'm taking Computer Security in the fall, because I had that professor for Information Retrieval and he said I should take his Computer Security class. I really liked Information Retrieval, so I figured what the heck.

It's going to be a relief to go back to one class a semester. Now I can get caught up on the five hundred bazillion other things in my life.

Oh, and I'm on Case 3 in GS4. Still slow, but my Japanese is much, much improved. I definitely screw up a lot less than I do in the English version for some reason.

And with that, it's time to go change into class-appropriate clothing. I don't think my frog shorts will go over very well. Or maybe they will, and that's the problem.

I was just talking to John on the phone -- he's in Tucson right now. Since he's coming back tomorrow, he's been working on getting his stuff all packed up, including his considerable amount of camera gear. However, during the conversation, he noticed a set of pincushion cactus out in the yard that looked like a cock and balls. To make this discovery even better, the phallic cacti were directly in the beam of one of the yard lights. This created a dilemma -- he really didn't want to go through the hassle of unpacking his camera, but at the same time...penis.

Obviously he ended up getting off the phone (no pun intended) so he could go take a picture.

Speaking of the cock, I'm still working on GS4. It's not like I'm spending ALL my time on it -- I don't want to get into another end-of-semester panicfest, after all. But I have to admit that I didn't really do anything else today. And the stuff I did do really isn't very interesting, so...yeah.

My mom stayed over on Sunday night since she had a day off on Monday. While I slept in, she surprised me by doing all the handwash dishes. Holy crap. I've been kind of procrastinating because I really despise doing dishes and there were an assload of them left over from Easter. Although I'm appreciative, I also felt guilty...until I realized that my parents regularly babysit my brother's kid. For free, naturally. In comparison, doing an hour's worth of dishes isn't really a big deal. In fact, it still seems that John and I are getting the short end of the stick. Maybe I'll make my parents scrub some litterboxes to even things out a bit.

I'm joking.

Although I wouldn't turn them down if they offered. I'm not a huge fan of the litterbox scrubbing.

And on that thrilling note, I think I'll get back to GS4. Yay.

Good lord.

So GS4 has totally taken over my life. I figured I may as well start it, and a few days later I haven't done much else. I'm ashamed to admit that I played for something like 12 hours yesterday and didn't get to bed until 3AM, which is two hours later than I normally go to sleep. To add insult to injury...yeah, I just finished the first case today. The English version of the second game took me two days to finish the whole effing thing. And I definitely didn't play it for 12 hours a day.

Needless to say, I'm not the quickest Japanese reader in the universe.

Honestly, it's the vocab and kanji lookup that's killing me. Which is kind of ironic since my Japanese courses involved obscene amounts of vocab and kanji memorization and quizzes. Sometimes I actually start to remember certain words after I look them up for the fuckbillionth time.

It's frustrating. But I'm normally a speed reader, so I guess that's understandable.

To balance out my feelings of immense retardation, I just have to remind myself that I'm being a horrible perfectionist. I mean, I haven't even cracked a Japanese book for almost ten years, and I'm still managing to understand a rather text heavy game using only my brain and my Japanese dictionary application. And I know how to look up kanji, too, which I probably shouldn't take for granted. So I guess I should stop getting annoyed with myself.

As for the game itself, I won't say too much because I don't want to spoil it for anyone else. Plus, for once I'm trying really hard to avoid any spoilers myself.

I don't have much else to say, since I've been spending all my time on this damn game.

Man, I am so fucking crabby right now. Or as John described it, "really crabby and really loud." Luckily for John, I am very good at compartmentalizing my crabbiness so that I don't take it out on him -- at least when I'm not crabby at him. Which I'm not right now. John has done nothing to deserve my crabby wrath. And just to clarify -- when I say I'm crabby, that doesn't mean I have crabs. I'm just mightily pissed. At what, you may wonder.

Well, nothing in particular. I mean, I have my period right now, so there's all the hormones and shit, but I can't say that there are any outstanding situations in my life which warrant crabbiness. I didn't feel much like going to class today. I like my class, and I enjoyed the class, but I wanted to stay home and...well, I'm not sure what. Something fun from my to-do list, probably.

I'm not even crabby about my back. Avoiding chores and anything involving exercise has done wonders for the pain. Oh, if only I could use that excuse to avoid chores forever. It's not 100% -- I can't swing my right leg forward. Which means that I walk like I have a giant spiny rod in my ass. At my appointment tomorrow, hopefully I will be able to rid myself of this metaphorical spiny rod. Oh, if only the humor-impaired detractors of VGR could have similar successes with their own ass rods.

I think the thing that pushed my low-level crabbiness into the realm of full-fledged crabbiness was my driving experiences, both to and from school. Not only did I hit just about every stoplight -- and I'm not exaggerating here -- but there were about twenty fuckbillion people on the road between 4:45 and 5:30 this evening. Yes, I know it's rush hour, but I drive this same damn route every week and it's not this bad.

Then there was the drive home. Keep in mind that class ends at 9PM, so I end up driving in the dark. So here's what I encountered:
-Every person in the entire God damn city decided to take a walk tonight because it broke 70 degrees today. Although some of these people actually managed to wear reflectors -- a rare occurrence around here -- it's still fucking hard to see them in the dark. Especially when they don't bother to cross the street at actual crosswalks.
-At least they weren't as bad as the asshats on bicycles. Yes, I know you're not supposed to ride on sidewalks, but is it really better to block traffic because there's only one lane going each way and there's not enough room for the cars to actually pass you? At night?
-People in front of me going 15 miles under the speed limit. This happened numerous times on the way home. Again, at 9PM. When there shouldn't even be many people on the roads.
-People around me going 15 miles over the speed limit, squealing tires at every stoplight. The stoplights were spaced every few blocks and just like on the way TO school, I managed to hit every one. These people did not affect my actual driving experience because for once they weren't riding up my tailpipe, but their asshattery still managed to annoy the shit out of me.
-People who didn't pay attention to the fact that their lane was ending and then, in spite of the fact that I actually slowed down to let them in, slammed on their brakes. Learn how to drive.
-Assholes who tried to make it as difficult as possible for me to merge, despite a) me speeding up on the on ramp, and b) the complete lack of people in the lane next to them.

That's when I came home and was loud and crabby.

Just typing all that out has made me considerably less crabby. Or maybe it's the alcohol.

So I got my GS4 limited edition pack today and since then I've been watching the DVD and looking at the game encyclopedia. I'm not sure whether or not I should play the actual game or not. You know, since I have to finish the other one.

I didn't know what to expect from "game encyclopedia" or whatever they called it on play-asia.com, so I found it quite cool that it's a DS "game" that covers all the cases and characters from the first three games. Plus, it has all the background music and character animations. There's also a way to unlock some special secret items that I'll figure out as soon as I sit down and wade through the Japanese.

In a perfect world, the unlockable secret items would be none other than smutty Phoenix/Edgeworth videos. Alas.

Um...maybe the drunken stupor thing isn't the best idea. I know! What a revelation! I did kind of come up with the idea while IN the drunken stupor, and you can't really blame me because it was the only time during the day that my back didn't feel like it was trying to kill me with a giant stabbity knife and nonconsensually assrape me at the same time.

Then the tummyache hit and I decided that I'd rather deal with back pain than stomach pain. Even though the latter doesn't make me curl up in the fetal position and cry, I'm a much bigger wuss about stomach pain.

Don't worry, I'm not hungover or anything. Honestly I've never BEEN hungover -- I either have some magical non-hangover gene or I never actually drink enough to move out of "buzzed" territory.

Anyway, enough about my drinking habits and my stupid back. I think three or so posts in a row is more than enough of that shit.

SO! Today we get our new foster bunnies and I may also get GS4. It's in my city at the moment.

I've started work on my Phoenix Wright fanfic novel again -- I don't know if I mentioned it here, but I hit 100,000 words a couple of months ago. I don't know if my school schedule will allow me to finish it before the end of the semester, but I'd like to at least finish it this summer. Definitely before this year's NaNo. God, I am so slow.

Um...I had all this stuff I wanted to add, but it disappeared from my mind when I sobered up. That might be a good thing.

The Good:
I ordered Gyakuten Saiban 4 yesterday. I splurged on the shipping so it should be here Monday or Tuesday. Sure, I'm still on Case 2 of the third game, but...look over there!

The Bad:
My back has decided to be a bitch again today. I have quite a high pain tolerance, but it was bad enough to make me curl up in the fetal position on the floor while crying my eyes out today. I couldn't move at all. Not my finest moment. I can't get into the physical therapist until Tuesday, and I had to make several phone calls to get everything set up with referrals and shit. I hate making phone calls.

The Good:
Alcohol makes my back feel a LOT better. I intend on spending the next several days in as much of a drunken stupor as possible. No, it's not healthy, but I did the best I could to get as early an appointment as possible, I tried taking lots of Advil, and it's just not helping. So screw it.

The Bad:
I couldn't sleep last night. I got up at 4AM.

The Good:
So I spent the early morning beating Paper Mario for the GC. John picked up Super Paper Mario for the Wii, and I figured I should probably finish the last one.

Let me preface this by saying that sometimes I like to think, just because I've managed to avoid some of the more blatantly stupid mistakes in life, that I'm actually an intelligent person, one of the few people in the universe with an ounce of common sense. Then something will happen to remind me that no, I am also a gigantic blithering idiot, just like everyone else. It is all very humbling.

The most recent incident, coming close on the heels of the I'm-just-going-to-stop-getting-my-thyroid-tested incident, involves my back. Specifically, the SI joint issue that I dealt with back in November and December of last year, and January of this year. Having successfully been discharged from physical therapy, I promised myself that THIS TIME I would totally be regular about my exercises, because sore backs suck ass and I know better than to be a lazy slacktard.

Yeah. I think you can all figure out how well that went.

After about three months of no back issues, good posture and lifting habits were the furthest thing from my mind. Which might not be all that big a deal if it weren't for the 2007 Easter Clean-a-thon. On a related note, the Shopvac -- perfect for vacuuming up hay and bunny crap -- is at just the right length to ensure that I have to bend down slightly in order to use it. Yes, I could do it the "right way" and bend my knees instead of my waist, but you try doing that. It's not easy, and for a lazy person like me, it's...just not going to happen.

Something else I didn't take into account was that after spending an entire day scrubbing dishes, scrubbing eight litterboxes at least two times each (not at the same time as scrubbing the dishes), scrubbing sinks, and scrubbing the jacuzzi tub, my back might not be quite as capable of covering for my shitty vacuuming posture.

At 10:30PM on Friday, as I lay on the yoga mat, swearing and trying desperately to realign my hip joint, I mentally played out the inevitable physical therapy appointment. Oh, how embarrassing to slink into the clinic and admit that YET AGAIN, I had messed up and stopped doing my exercises, even after all the evidence that showed why that was a really bad idea. Suddenly, the excruciating pain and the inability to bend forward or backward didn't seem all that bad, at least not compared to the humiliation of admitting another fuckup on my part. My poor, wounded pride.

But that's not the reason I didn't make a physical therapy appointment today. See, my back is...well, it's weird. On Friday evening, it went from "Oh shit, I can't move ow ow ow" to "OK, this is slightly better" after I did an assload of realignment exercises. Then, when I squatted down in order to pick something up off the floor (the PROPER way of picking something up), as soon as I stood up, the pain was pretty much completely gone, as if pushing myself up from a squatting position had realigned myself.

After that, I went to bed, and all sorts of things that had never hurt me before started hurting. Like laying on my left side, or rolling from my side to my back. But laying on my back felt perfect. Saturday morning, my back was so stiff I could barely move, but a few alignment exercises made me feel awesome.

Fast forward to yesterday. Pain again. Sitting down hurt. No matter how many alignment exercises I did or how many times I put ice on my back, I couldn't seem to get rid of the ouchies. Even sitting in my massage chair -- sans massage -- made it worse. I could feel my hips all locked up again. The only thing that seemed to help was bending over at the waist to examine my broken-out face in the mirror. Something which is NOT advisable, since it makes the back muscles do work. But I felt much better when I straightened up. This made no sense at all! It's like a world where Tidus is sexually appealing or Rinoa decides she wants a boyfriend who isn't gay. Just plain odd.

That strange fix didn't fix all the pain, so I shrugged, took some Advil, and went to bed.

I woke up this morning with no pain at all. Seriously, not even a twinge. I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything, but I am so fucking confused right now.

Right now I feel like my whole life is one step forward, two steps back. To prevent that from sounding too dramatic, I'm talking about my to-do list, naturally. My greatest fantasy at the moment is to have the luxury of endless hours, accompanied by no need to sleep. Maybe then I could start to make a dent in all the shit I have on my plate. Not that I have literal shit on a literal plate. Except the plate that the bunnies eat their veggies off of, because they're disgusting. But that gets washed, and doesn't have anything to do with the main subject of this post.

And I don't really feel like I have the right to complain about any of this. For one thing, I have a part-time job rather than a full-time job like most functioning adults. I do not spend eight hours a day working on this job. School, the other major time suck in my life, is completely optional. I am happy to report that no one is here holding a gun to my head, forcing me to pursue a Master's degree. Plus, I would wager that most people who work and go to school have more work AND more school to deal with -- I'm taking two classes this semester, not umpteen zillion.

Well, okay, it's probably reasonable of me to complain about the chores. Granted, no one forced me and John to offer to host bunny Easter at our place. Even so, all this cleaning is overdue, and would need to be done at some point anyway. It is necessary, and it's not negligible. I wouldn't consider our house a McMansion, but it's not tiny, and we have a lot of shit. Again, not literally. We have more stuff than can reasonably fit into our five bedroom house. I don't think all the rooms have ever been clean at the same time -- there always has to be one room to hold the spillover. This only happens when all the other rooms are clean -- otherwise, the spillover is evenly distributed among the rooms in the form of a terrible mess. Going through and getting rid of the stuff we don't need is something we'll have to do at some point, but...let's put it this way: we've lived here for almost five years and we still haven't gotten around to replacing the obnoxiously pink kitchen*. We have a slight problem with procrastination.

Anyway, I've been spending an inordinate amount of time cleaning. Including dusting! And cleaning out the pantry! John was kind enough to clean the refrigerator because I have my limits of squeamishness. But I'm not too squeamish to scrub litterboxes! And the bunny cage floor! Etc. etc. etc.! God, I love doing domestic stuff!

While I concentrate on work, school, and chores, the rest of my to-do list -- the one that includes things like recapping, doing other VGR-related stuff (Quick Quotes, podcasts, posting people's submissions), doing physical therapy exercises, studying Japanese, learning pattern drafting, finishing my list of sewing projects, working on my fanfics-in-progress, replying to e-mails, and finishing the very overdue Photoshop PDF for John's photo club -- piles up. All these things, with the possible exception of the exercises, are technically optional. Still! They're all things I care about. I hate that I have so many projects that I've been working on for YEARS and whenever I put in the time to finish one of them (like the beaded ornament, say), I get months behind on something else.

With all that said, I'm actually pretty happy -- stressed, but not depressed. I'd rather be busy than bored. I don't like the feeling that I'm letting people down by getting behind on all this, but at the same time, it's not like it's a life or death situation. At least, I don't think anyone is going to keel over if I don't post a recap for a few months. I could be wrong -- penis jokes are a very necessary part of life for some people.

Um...I wasn't really intending to go off about all that. I wanted to talk about some other cool stuff that's going on. But it's late, and I have some other stuff to do before going to bed, so lucky you, you get to read a big, somewhat-ranty post. You are so happy right now.

(*I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but one unfortunate feature of our house is the notorious pink kitchen. The previous owners had...a rather unique decorating sense. While we've managed to get rid of some of the more heinous objects (like the dining room light and the bar light), the kitchen remains. The best way to describe it is this: Picture Edgeworth mating with a bottle of Pepto Bismol, and then the product of their unholy union projectile vomits all over a room. That room is our kitchen. The walls are pink. The linoleum floor is pink. We have a nice little bay window type thingy, and all four of these windows have pink venetian blinds. Don't forget the pink vertical blinds covering the sliding glass door! We leave the venetian blinds pulled up because having the neighbors accidentally see one of us naked through the windows is preferable to the retinal assault of all that God damn pink.)

Holy crap am I ever busy. I can't believe how insanely fast this last week has gone.

Right now I'm just trying to stay ahead with work and school, not to mention cleaning the house for Easter. We're hosting the bunny club Easter at our place this year, which means we have to pick up some of our crap. And dust. Holy Jebus, the dusting. Luckily, we have a cleaning plan drawn up, and so far I'm sticking to the plan. Maybe our house won't be a total pigsty by April 8th. Miracles do happen.

At least I managed to get 35/36 (highest in the class!) on my single midterm. But oh, the whining that ensued from a large number of people in the class. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned my extreme aggravation with all the post-test points arguing that always happens in class, and this time was no different. I can somewhat sympathize because there were some questions that I felt uncertain about, but it's still irritating.

Last but not least, I did kind of a bad thing. After my big thyroid explosion of 2006, I went back on the lower dose of Synthroid at the direction of my doctor. Instead of following up about that -- which I should have, since the lower dose didn't do enough the first time I was on it -- I let it go for, like, four months. Anything was better than hyperthyroid, I figured. Well, I went to the doctor this week to get some refills, and while I was there, I got my thyroid tested again just for kicks. Well, I'm even more hypothyroid than I was before I started on medication. Whoops. Now I'm back on the higher dose again -- the one that made me hyperthyroid -- but I'm going to get tested more often to make sure I don't go haywire. I wish they'd just put me on some sort of in-between dose so I don't have to fuck with this.

So my apologies in advance if I go completely haywire again. Hopefully it won't happen until the summer when I won't be dealing with any classes!

I've been doing an insane amount of pattern drafting for the last week or so. You see, I've collected quite the pile of patterns and I would really like to sew them. But because I have the weirdest figure, like, ever, it's not as easy as sewing up a test pattern, making a few alterations here and there, and then sewing the actual garment. Nor is it possible for me to do the thing with multisize patterns where you pick the bust, waist, and hip measurements from the appropriate size and then blend the seamline. Not just because the difference in my top and bottom halves would usually necessitate buying two copies of the pattern (yes, I always seem to fall right on the dividing line between pattern envelope sizes), but because of the aforementioned weird figure stuff.

So my process has been the following:
-Take measurements.
-Draft a sloper.
-Alter the sloper until it fits.
-Reverse engineer the measurements.

Which is really tough for a number of reasons, including my complete retardation at anything sewing-related. And my weird figure. :)

Hopefully the correct measurements will help me alter my store-bought patterns to the point where the test garment will be somewhat close. Even though I'm actually getting somewhere, the constant tracing and re-tracing and measuring and re-measuring is getting really old. I know it will pay off in the end, but God damn.

And if you're wondering what the title of this post means...well, my center back measurement (neck to waist) is two inches shorter than the smallest "standard" pattern size they have listed in the pattern drafting book. I pretty much always look like my pants are pulled up to my armpits. AWESOME.

In my Sims 2 game, that is. In addition to his desire to teach, he also reeeeeeally wants to be a werewolf. Don't ask me why. I'm sure there's a HP/PW crossover fanfic that explains it. No, there's no need to show it to me. That's quite all right.

The good news is that the boys are over halfway toward their goal of 250,000 Simoleans, which they need in order to purchase John's architectural masterpiece, the Edgeworth Manor. Yes, he did complete it.

Oh, you want proof, you say?

( Feast your eyes on THIS! (NSFW) )

Seasons is awesome. Spring is the time of year when romance blossoms. Specifically, it's the time of year when Edgeworth becomes ultra-horny for Phoenix, asks him on a date, and ends up WooHooing (fucking, for those of you non-Sims-savvy folks) with him in the car. TWICE. The date only ended because Phoenix had to go to his job. As a high school teacher.

I love this game so, so much.

I've been pretty busy with class stuff, but I managed to sneak in a little bit of simming today. Namely, creating my Phoenix and Edgeworth Sims. Like you didn't know that was going to happen. I got them set up in their shitty little $11,000 house (they have to EARN the dick-shaped Edgeworth manor) with no furniture. I did a quick check to see what the game chose for their lifetime wants. As far as I can tell, it's mostly random, but somewhat based on the Aspiration you choose for your Sim. Well, the latest expansion pack (Seasons) added six new careers, one of which is Law. In a moment of psychic genius from Sims 2, Edgeworth's lifetime want is to reach the top of the Law career. Spooky! Of course, Phoenix wants to be a teacher, but that's only because "Have Gay Buttsex with Miles Edgeworth" is not an official Sims 2 Aspiration.

I bought this damn game on Wednesday, and I haven't even gotten to play it. But I did reach 99,000 words in my novel last night. Hooray!

On a completely unrelated note, Cinnamon is a giant dork. I'm going to try to get her dorkiness on video for everyone to enjoy. Stay tuned!

I did it! I beat Twilight Princess!

As I mentioned, I've been fighting this stupid cold. I'm getting better now, but I haven't slept well for the last couple of nights. This means that Twink has been getting quite the workout. Obviously I don't mean that in a sexual way -- I am a chick, after all, even if I am wielding a phallic remote at the guy. When I went to bed last night, I was somewhere in the middle of the final dungeon. After waking up somewhere around 3AM, I picked up where I left off and finished the game.

This means that when I went to fight the final boss, I had the following disadvantages:
-sickness
-lack of sleep
-not knowing what the hell I'm doing because I'm not using a walkthrough
-sucking at games in general

My one advantage:
-three bottles with fairies and one bottle with fairy's tears or whatever that purple junk is called.

Considering that I beat all four phases of the final boss while only using a single fairy (and without using the Magic Armor), I think it's safe to say that he's the easiest final boss in the history of the universe. That, or I'm an awesome gamer, but I think the first option is much more likely.

I have to say that the Wii remote (or Wiimote, or what the fuck ever) does a lot to cover up for my shittiness as a gamer. Much of the trouble I had with the N64 games (and to a lesser extent, with the GC games) was trying to aim arrows and such with the control stick. Also, flailing madly with the remote seems to wipe out a lot more enemies than flailing madly with the buttons on the N64/GC controllers. As anyone who has read my Zelda recaps on VGR knows, I'm all about flailing and button mashing. So thank you, Nintendo, for releasing a game console that allows retarded gamers like me to play Zelda without as much hair-tearing (although I still suck at the snowboarding minigame).

I hope it's not asking too much for tomorrow's supposedly severe snowstorm to start early and end up cancelling my class. It's not that I don't enjoy my classes this semester. I do. It's just that I don't relish sniffling and hacking my way through 2-3 hours of class. Yes, I could skip, but I haven't missed a class yet (in grad school, at least) and I've been sicker than I am now. The closest I came to missing class was when I was an hour late after getting rear-ended on the freeway (hee..."rear-ended") just over a year ago. I don't want to break my perfect attendance record for a stupid cold. Damn it.

I am going to work on my smutty fanfic novel now. I'm not going to finish it in time for the National Novel Editing Month (March), but I really do need to get it done. You can hardly wait. :P