halstingdon

watched Shaun of the Dead again last night. love that movie. "obviously, you've never taken a shortcut."

kind of tired. and my hand is in bad shape. after playing a rousing game of capture the flag in halo 2, my team won. i threw my fist in the air victoriously, and forgot how low my friend's cielings are. my fist went right through a plastic light fixture cover, effectively tearing up all of my knuckles. and no, i wasn't drunk, i'm just a giant spaz. but after i stopped the profuse bleeding i was back playing halo 2 like it wasn't no "thang". and why is that? cause i'm a hard as nails cholo street warrior, of course.

now then, i'm gonna go read some dune. it's highly enjoyable, yet at this point, i'm highly confused. although i'm only 20 pages in, so i'm still getting familiar with everything about the book. anyways, "imma take my nil-nils and get up out dis piece."

EDIT:
well, it's snowing. you'd think that since i know i'm gonna have to shovel it later i'd be pissed, but it's actually kind of nice. heh, i'm sure you're all very glad i updated essentially just to say "i like snow".