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Well its the new year, and I really don't care. Just means I have to keep myself from writing "09" on the transfer slips at the library. Least my birthday is soon.

My side project is dead until further notice.

I am enjoying the hell out of airsoft these days. And here's a picture for once.







Its pretty much the most fun I have these days. But even I don't want to hear me ramble about it.



Got a new laptop I cherish. Got my own room which I also love but rarely use.

And its 1938 on a saturday. Epitome of bordem. I sit here barely clothed on my computer with Nevermore playing. Nobody to talk to. Mildly depressing.

I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do.

Maybe work out. Or write. Or read. I'm that desperate.

Why do I type this? Or have this site for that matter?