So, the party on Friday was good. If I knew how to inlay pictures, I would, but I don't, so you will all just have to go look at my photos and take a look. It was fun. I wish I was more of a drinker. But I'm a pussy. I merely smoked all evening.

On Saturday, I lay in bed until 4 pm. But that was only because I was out til 5 am, and I had to sleep sometime. As well as, I sleep too much anyways. Then, I got up, and smoked with Jill, and watched Happy Gilmore, and The Hot Chick. Good times, good times.

And now it's Sunday. There's a mini-film festival going on at Second Troy today. It's starting at 5, but I think I'm gonna peace out here until Jill and Mindy go, at 10, then I will go with them.

I wish I had more interesting stuff to say. I've been thinking alot. Scratch that. I've been thinking too much. One of my vices. A lot of reflection on the last year, and what this coming year may, or may not hold. Also, thinking about a couple of the uglier tasks on my mind, like finding a job, trying to get this financial train wreck under control, and getting out of this sickeningly horrible relationship. I am not looking forward to this holiday season, which is truly sad, because it is my one time of year to enjoy. No school, Christmas, my birthday. But all I want is for this year to be over, so I can start on making the next one better.

Hey look! I'm getting really good at rambling on about stuff that isn't that particularly interesting to anybody. Oh well.

Suicide girls and it's people make me smile, and give my life the little extra "oomph" I need. *does a dance*

Well, I will jet, but I will be back. I am ALWAYS back. Mwah. hah. hah.