Alright, alright...so I lied. I don't do it often, but I am sitting here in my room with nothing to do, so I decided to ressurect my webpage. I was looking back at my older logs (all 5 of them) and saw that they were pretty depressing. Not good. We must do something to remedy this. Like talking about...er...PIRATES!!! That's it, I'll talk about pirates. So...because of Aaron's Page I was able to find out my pirate name. I am officially The Black Jack Kidd. Cool! I'm sure that this will come in handy later on in life when I am in a life threatening situation in which the person with the weapon will say, "She dies...UNLESS you can tell me what your name would be if you were a pirate!" And I'll say, "Ha...I would be The Black Jack Kidd....ARRR!" And there you have it, a saved life all because of Aaron's Page.

So, against my roommate Aaron's free will I was participating in copywrite infringment again by downloading songs. I was bored a while ago and looked up any songs I could find that had to do with my name. I found some band named Marvelous 3 and I got their song Grant Park. And suprisingly it wasn't a crappy garage band recording of somone who can't sing accompanied by a couple guys (or girls) who can't play their respective instruments (like me...and my sad sad attempts to learn bass). It sounded really good. So, yesterday I was downloading lots of their music (and liking almost all of it)...and all of this because they had a cool song name. So, what is the moral of this story? You should judge a book by it's cover. Otherwise I wouldn't have found them.

Yeah, Aaron just got a care package in the mail (sniff sniff, nobody loves me, I get nothing) and he got a package with six pairs of Groucho Marks glasses (ok, so I probably spelled his name wrong, oh well). He gave me one and I, against my better judgement, put them on. Yes, I know that the black mustache and eyebrows will clash with my reddish blonde goatee and hair, but I put it on anyway. I feel kind of silly now, and since my nose is shoved into this plastic nose cover type thing, so I am now inhaling this very odd smelling scent from this plastic like apendage on my face. Maybe I'll take them off now.

It's Halloween and I don't know what I am going to do. I was never very into Halloween, but it is fun to dress up. So I was thinking about going as The Crow. All I need is some makeup and some black clothes. I have the clothes, but I need to get the makeup (yes, going against popular belief, I don't have makeup in my bathroom). I don't happen to have a really tight black shirt though, maybe I'll borrow some girls black shirt, then it would be tight...or maybe people would freak out like last time I was wearing the vixen shirt. Or maybe it would just add the to effect. We'll see. I'll try and get a picture on here of me (if I can find a scanner). If not, you will just have to imagine me in your head (as I'm sure you all do).

I need to end this now or it's just going to get more weird and incoherant (yes, I know I spelled that one wrong too...shuddup). I hope that I can keep up writing here. Even if nobody reads it but me at least I will find some amusement in the fact that I have some stuff on the internet. Alright, that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed that little trip through my wacked out thought process. Bye for now.