For the Place of Knowing

Mood: Less-than-discouraged.
Music: "Inner Universe" - Yoko Kanno

4chan and Gurochan aren't appealing. Enough said.
Damn Japanese and their obsession with tentacle rape. Shiver.

Anyways, not too dynamic of a day.

Met someone new (don't know his name yet; but, gimme time. I'll find out). Hung out with Nicky, Addison, and Francey while dad and Jay were attempting to install the ceiling fans into my and my sister's bedrooms (apparently, on the little panel-bob, it states that my bedroom is BEDROOM NUMBAH THREE). Kind of neat, I s'pose. My room will no longer be horribly hot in the evenings. Kind of gross.
Ended up watching Eight Legged Freaks, too. Good flick.

Ian came over a bit past four o' clock after his eight-hour-long Six Flags orientation. His uniform is an insane hi-liter yellow collar, tan shorts, and a terrible orange name tag. Some of the policies are absolutely ridiculous.

Ended up watching Vampire Hunter D and Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust. It's easy to say that the sequel is much better... sadder by far, but no doubt closer to the novelization. Boyfriend thought that the first was random and the heroine whiny (Doris Lang was NOT that whiny in the book, I promise), but thought that the second one was good 'n' interesting. Smiles for everyone, no doubt. He awaits the book tacitly but eagerly.

Bah, I love his haircut. <3 Ate my wasabi chips, and got funny looks. Not too bad, I suppose. The spice itself upon sliding it into your mouth gives you a guzzling-down-cleaning-fluid sensation, but after a while it is not too bad at all. Nobody else liked it. Sad. Tomorrow's the last day of freedom before summer school officially begins. Going to relish tomorrow's freedom of work and school. I need it. Travis and I need to think of something to do this week. It would be more than badass if we could get together and do something spontaneous and awe-inspiring. We're good at that.

Want to keep in contact with Dylan and Jasmine, for sure. The former seems caustic and rigid at this point (and I am too, no doubt; not so much caustic as rigid, but still) but Jasmine is willing to go forward. So am I.

Facebook = future buddy, perhaps. A side-buddy. Like one of those anthropomorphic trophies that heroes cart around with them in all of their silly adventures in sci-fi shows. Strange shows.

I fear I'm overbearing. Hope I'm paranoid.