I don't know.

Well winter break has started and I'm bored out of my freaking mind already. It's like without school I have nothing to occupy my time, which may be why I devote so much freaking time to my curriculars. What's that? Eight hours that one day to make the damn hovercraft go just slightly straighter? Effective use of your time there, Sean.

Yeah so I have the same problem I did at the beginning of the year with too much free time and a desire to DO SOMETHING but no idea what exactly I want to do. Too much of one thing gets bored. Chyea. I remixed two tracks from Chrono Trigger, one being decent and one being fucking awful as a motherfucker. And the decent one I did mostly before math lecture on whatever day it was (Jeanne can prolly recall). So yeah. What?

I'm starting to get bored with movies now. I have a list of 48 films/movies that I want to see before the Oscars and let me tell you it's not very appealing. Not at all. Damn Hollywood with their damn "realistic" cinematography and their damn storylines pulled out of a rhinocerous' butthole. Except for the few sort-of good ones, which are just direct copies of movies from elsewhere (like CHINA) but Americanized to the point that the message is totally different and the plot no longer makes sense. I'm not poking Scorsese; I'm poking the writers.

The Golden Globe nominations are out now, and I've never seen anything official this screwed up. Except for the---whoa, easy fella. Don't offend your readers now. All one of them.

Hi Caroline, I'm talking to you. What's up, how's life, yadda yadda, forget I said anything.

I miss the old days. I'm depressed and I can't smoke til my brothers go to bed. Fuckers are right outside my room. I see the light shining under the door. Boisterous sounds of merriment osmosing through the wall, oozing through billions of minuscule pores and peeling up the wallpaper in soggy flakes and rolling down in malevolent rivulets and making a goddamn mess on my damn floor. I JUST FUCKING CLEANED IT DAMNIT.

My mom thinks I think I'm Asian. Ever since I bought Memoirs of a Geisha. And since she started checking my bank account and seeing all the Thai at Silver Spring charges. And since I demanded no shoes be worn in my room to keep the rug clean. And since I changed my laptop's wallpaper to a smexy pic of Jolin Tsai... three times.

Damnit I need a smoke. And a drink. And beef jerkey, but we can't have everything now, can we?