Run Baby Run.

Mood: Mild.
Music: "Inner Universe" - Yoko Kanno

Nothing too interesting has been going on as of late. Thank God.

Dylan's never speaking to me again and I don't think I care. It's his fault he's being ludicrous. I told him once that I didn't like him talking to me while he was on 'gens, and he interpreted that as "WELL LOL FINE U DUN'T 'STAND MEH MMKAY BAI".
Ha.
And he told me that HE was disappointed.
How fucking ludicrous.

Anyways.

Need to read more. Kind of sad about that. I'm actually reading Panic In Level 4, bu Richard Preston (yeah Travis, The Hot Zone guy), and I've only read a little bit of the introduction and... yeah. I am fairly amazed.

For a friend's sake, I need to start looking for pictures/videos of my old kitties. D: Pumpkin and Doodle and whatnot.

Jasmine's been going through quite a bit of shit lately; the first letter I sent apparently won't reach her because she's moved (under horribly circumstances), so I'm writing her a second one and will be sending it on its merry way tomorrow morning. Poor Jas. Upset I won't see her this Christmas, but that's alright... at least she'll get my shoebox.
Speaking of that, I need to go out and get myself a disposable camera. I'm getting all creative with the contents, and I think some random pictures might do her some good.

As far as how I'm doing, I've been doing just fine. Ian and I spent the entire afternoon together yesterday for the first time in over a week or so, and it was just bloody amazing. I appreciated it like mad.

Sleeping schedule is off the wall. Will need to fix it.
And I have some stuff that I want to finish for BCIS so I don't have to do it tomorrow. So lame... I don't want to have to work, go to a piano lesson, AND write a research paper.

Hot damn.