Socks! I always wear socks. I feel kind of strange walking around with bare feet. Naked. Perhaps its because I have so much surface area on my feet, so a lot of flesh is exposed to the merciless environment. Nah, I used to wear slippers all the time in hawaii. I also used to stub my toe a lot. In fact, it was a rare week when my big toe had any sort of structural integrity at all. Hence the socks and shoes.

Of course, I have chosen to do this because it would be annoying to myself. I don't want to complain about it. I DO want to document it. I've got nothing better to do. (get a job)

In other news, my little brother returns to Hawaii tomorrow. Early! I'm going to wake up at 7 am to go to the airport with him to see him leave and make sure the plane doesn't crash as soon as it leaves the runway. Of course, if it did, I'd be powerless to stop it. That'd really ruin anyone's day. A tearful goodbye at the gate followed by a helpless screening of fiery twisted death. I'm getting really sick of airports. But I still like them more than cafes.

I'll also be going to some sort of GOTH CLUB. I am not sure what to expect there. Loud fast electronic music, people wearing lots of black, economy-packs worth of eye makeup, and that awful undeserved attitude. Not that you can DESERVE an attitude, really, but I am easier on pretentious people who are very talented at something.

Speaking of which! You know... taking clip art, putting fuzzy edges on everything, sticking lens flares everywhere, and adding words with drop shadow does not take much skill. Hell, I can do that, and I'm a programmer. Maybe not even that.

I'm sick of my mail software telling me that "sorry, you have no mail"
why the HELL does it have to be sorry?
it's almost as bad as "sorry nobody likes you, you have no mail" - Michelle