February 06, 2002 :: 2:38 p.m.
take me to fantastic island
I'm looking out the window, trying to gauge the temperature. It doesn't look too windy, but it's kind of gray and I have no idea how cold it is. I'm trying to decide if I want to go for a walk or a bike ride or something. I should, but I probably won't. I should also stop staring out the window and just go outside and check.
I spent the last half hour or so assembling an "art" page for this thing. I uploaded some stuff that I haven't posted before, because it was a pretty short list to begin with. I've also been meaning to write up a bio of sorts, because the diaryland profile is kind of generic and lacking when it comes to actual personal information. Maybe I'll get to that tonight.
I woke up relatively early this morning - ten - and played some SSX Tricky. That game is much too addictive. Mason is playing Luigi's Mansion right now, which is good for two reasons: it gets him off of the computer (and thus lets me on), and it's entertaining to watch. Right now he's a very small Luigi, and he's attempting to fight a huge ghost-baby in its crib. It's a fun time, yo.
Hmm. To walk, or not to walk? I actually feel like baking something, but more junk is seriously the last thing I need. I should really clean my room. My dad's been getting on my case about it lately, for good reason. It's hideous. There's a little path from the door to my bed, and that's the only carpet you can see. So yeah, I really need to do that. But I won't. I'm too lazy.
I think I'm going to let Mason back on the computer. I can play some more SSX Tricky or read or something.
OH. I had the weirdest dream last night. I kept hearing my parents having sex (foul). I think there was more - I'm sure of it, actually - but I don't remember any of it. All I know is that I was blasted out of bed by Metallica, which isn't really any better than hearing my parents have sex. Ugh. Never again, please.
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