yeah, yeah, i know...

warning: fragments. lots of them.

been forever. i'm sure i had lots of things to blog. i'm sure i've forgotten it all.
whatever.

i have new hoodies, which make me happy. and they're girly. but not girly in the abercrombie sense. they're still real hoodies. i think.

and i can wear scarf now, which also makes me happy. i haven't worn a jacket all week. just hoodies. be proud. or happy for me. or something.

no, it's not freezing. but it's pretty cold. at night. yes, i'm out at night.

bball season started tuesday. opened with a mavs@suns, double ot. okay, okay, it (tv coverage) opened with spurs@nuggets. but i didn't watch that. beyotch.

yay for the season. yay for actual coverage (poop on hockey). yay for actual games.

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so... power went out to half of bburg last night. bernat and i were watching mythbusters (off his media center. want to say that it was a myth box, but it wasn't. that was a failed attempt), and there were some issues with power... small ones, where bernat would ask if he blinked or if the lights dimmed. 'cause sometimes you can't really tell. so we're sitting there, in the dark, thinking "what the fuck?" (yes, i know we're both nerds like that, but i don't think i actually *think* "wtf?" do i? oh, i don't think i want to know...), but his room still has lights 'cause of his monitors (he's got a ups). so he went to get his flash light and plugged a lamp into the ups (turned off the computer). but we're still basically sitting in the dark.

called mike to see if he had power. he thought i was crazy. offered his place up for chillage. after a while, we decided that the lights weren't coming back on, so we set out for the house... just to find that the traffic lights were out. street lights, on. traffic lights, black. blind turn. great.

left about 12:30, something like that. got back a chunk before 1. power in foxridge? returned at 12:56. ish. kinda worked out.

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i probably need to apologize to anybody that's had to deal with me recently. or will have to deal with me in the nearish future. i'm sorry. i'm sorry i'm psychotic. i'm sorry i'm narcissistic. i'm sorry i'm antisocial. and i mean antisocial, not asocial. figure it out.

notice i'm not apologizing for any specifics. i may not be sorry for specifics. i don't know. i don't think i'm in the state of mind to figure it out right now anyway...
i don't want to be anymore.

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flea is now an nba blogger. yes, flea of the chili peppers. his blog reads like song lyrics.