"White Noise" is kind of a sad movie. Not like in a "boo-hoo" way, but more of a "I spent money to see all of the main characters get killed off because of the shallow plot?" kind of sad.

It's 3 AM. I am asleep. Something in my closet, apparently, is not.

At 3 AM I am woken up by a high pitched voice from my closet. I am confused and a bit frightened (but mostly confused). The voice says:

"(groan). Me love you."

At this point, I am nearly ready to use the chair by my desk as a makeshift weapon against whatever is in my closet. I decide I'm too tired to face a voice in my closet, and I'm probably dreaming, but I can't fly in this dream, so I thought that I'd go back to sleep. So I did.

I woke up the next morning. After some minor inspection, I realized what it was: a Furby that remained unawakened since four years ago. And the batteries were dead.

Maybe this is wrong, but: I feel kind of bad for the Furby.

Over the past few days, I've realized something. Compared to a lot of people, I do not have a lot of songs/mp3s/whatever. This is sort of good. But, I've also realized that I have (as of now) 366 songs. That's about 20 hours of music. And it only fills up one tenth of a 10-gigabyte iPod.
So, what's the point?

Challenge: to listen to all 366 songs on the iPod (not in one sitting) and only use the iPod for that purpose until hitting 366.

Yeah, stupid idea. But this is a good way to get rid of some bad songs on there.
Starting: bus. Tomorrow.

I saw some Hummer cologne. To me, that is for people who like new car smell a little too much.

Say no to tobacco. And turtles.

We got a new vacuum. My mom told me it sucks.
I wasn't sure what to think.

That also applies to snow-blowers, too.
"How's the new snow-blower?"
"Man, it blows."

Taking an English and Spanish final in one day will be like eating pasta and antipasta at the same time...who knows what shall happen.

Today, it's 7 AM. I am walking outside. It's icy. You can probably put two and two together.

Personally, I blame slipping and falling on my backpack-it was heavy, to say the least. I find that when I carry heavy objects, I seem to fall more easily. Maybe I should start wearing shoes with good traction on ice. Sandals. Ho, ho, ho. I have made a funny.

So, anyway, I tripped. I fell. I got up. And then I noticed that my left arm hurt. Really bad. So, I decided not to use it. I liked to think of it as a less painful extreme to chopping off my arm. For today, I was missing a limb.

And two conclusions. One, typing is hard without a left hand. I'm now trying to limit all words to words on the right side of the keyboard. This is not working well.
And, two, dodgeball is not a game to be played lacking an arm. Especially with motor skills of myself.

Happy Saturday.
Happy First of the Month.
Happy 12:04 AM.
Oh, yeah.

Happy 2005.
Sorry I didn't make a list of things that happened last year. I didn't because of two reasons. One, this blog pretty much is a list of things that happened (sort of). And two, meh, who needs to know?
Instead, I think I'll make a list of New Years Resolutions instead of sporadically updating a sidebar
(like the one over there --->).

Have a year full of 365 days, and twelve months.