are you doin' your thing and doin' it well?

So, I want to update, yet I have nothing to say.

I went to the mall and got a book and some fries and ice cream. I took a long nap. I slept on the couch last night because I was too exhausted to go to my room and clean the crap off of my bed. So there's another thing I did: cleaned my room. I actually have a carpet. A fluffy gray one. Who knew?

Cleaning made me realize something: I have far too many magazines. They used to be contained in a trunk that my textbooks sit on top of, but now I have so many that they are stacked in piles beneath my bed and piled on top of the small shelves I keep some of my shoes in. I should totally go through them and start recycling some, but I can't bring myself to do it. Alas. Once I move out, it will be a messy, messy affair. [tries not to think of this]

I missed Pimp Week at cleolinda's journal. Sigh. I'm sad, as I have listed the things I would've wanted to promote:

gprimedotnet: syndicated feed for GPrime.net. They archive flash cartoons, like the "End of the World" one ("we are definitely going to blow ourselves up."). This feed lets you know when a cartoon gets added to the archive.

fiction_lust: yeah, my community. For those who have ever longed for a certain person (or certain persons) of the fictional persuasion.

holloway_daily: yes, another one of mine. Get your (currently semi) daily dosage of J. Holloway, come on down! Just don't drool on your monitor.

Broken White Lines: my desperately in need of a revamp quote site. I have a little bit of everything over here, but mostly, I'm in dire need of going through Lost transcripts and screenplays of my favorite movies so I can add those to their respective sections. Oh, and my hot guy photo pages need to be updated as well. MMMMM.

I missed the All That reunion special. SOOOB. If Nickelodeon knows what is good for them, they will release the early seasons of that show on DVD, original musical guest performances intact. I can't believe that show's been on the air for ten years. I was nine when it premiered. NINE.

Okay, now I'm just going to beg for comments here: I want at least twenty people to comment, each asking me a question about myself. I don't care what it is. I will try and answer it. Make 'em interesting, folks. I'm full of weird, random, even potentially stupid stories.

[scampers away to make icons]