Um, Bully is alive. I'm pretty sure Twiglet died. But plants don't have a pulse, so it's hard to be sure. (I'm talking about my two bonsais.) So that's sad. Poor thing.

Anyway, I stayed up till 4 in the morning playing Assassin's Creed II with G-Rome. (nickname usage, hurrah!)

Time well spent. Best of times. Time was flying. Time actually took a look at that game and just decided to quit while it was on top.

Anon-Firefly, you have no idea what you missed. No idea. I don't even know what you missed exactly. Half the stuff that happened didn't make sense, but whatevs. I guess you'll find out in the near future.

I am such a nerd. Excited about Zelda as well...

My Junior class went on retreat this week. So intense. I found a feather with spots on it! What kind of bird has spots? I'm drawing a blank. But that was fun. I learned a valuable lesson: give everything a chance, even if you think it's gonna suck in a major way. I thought wading through knee-high mud-water on a freezing cold day was going to suck, but it didn't! Well, ok the loss of feeling in my feet and having to walk barefoot back to the cabin over gravel sucked, but I did it in STYLE. (By that I mean I STYLISHLY skip-hopped all the way through the woods and created a song consisting of 'ow's and 'gah my feet!'. Number one hit single the next day...)

The world needs more STYLE. It would be a better place. People would shut up about how miserable stuff is, and instead brag about how STYLISH they were while going through whatever hell it is that they were subject to.

"I heard a bee stung you."

"Yeah, it did, but you should have heard that STYLISH high-note I hit with my powerful scream."

Alakazam. Bad time immediately turned into a conversation starter about the great kind of vocalist you are. Who doesn't want that?