So, my Mac is now handicapped. Sort of. It's also sort of broken? I think its sufficed to say that it is definitely unusable and I hate my dog. The one who knocked it off the table, stepped on it and broke the screen.

Bah.

Murphs

Oh joy, oh happy day.
Yesterday I beat Belias in FFXII. This on my twelfth try, mind you. And then, I go and beat Vossler in no time flat, which my friends have told me was supposed to be a fairly hard boss. Apparently I can't even do things in video games right. Any way, my sister's birthday was yesterday, and her over-night party begins today after school, so I expect I will get even further than I am right now (which isn't as much as I would have wanted).

Murphs

Aurrrghh!

I don't know where to find any really good training... learning.. chopsticks. They're for my little sister's birthday. (She's turning 12.) I'm trying to turn her onto Japanese culture, partially because I can't help it, partially because SHE NEEDS TO KNOW. I'm already in luck though, as she enjoys onigiri and wishes me to make her a Japanese birthday luncheon.

Murphs

Nothing to say

I haven't written in a while. Mostly because there has been little to say. I've been elected to the RLA student government, and we want to make a change and actually make it. I've worked hard on the yearbook, and picture day is this Friday. I'll be pissed if Chenoa gets any credit. I've become host to DnD, causing my character to leap several levels. I've been playing Final Fantasy XII and XII: Reverent Wings until my hands hurt from positioning on the controllers and DS. I've played Harvest Moon: Tree of Tranquility and also Rune Harvest: A Harvest Moon Fantasy, and I'm not particularly good at it. I've been watching the DVDs of Neon Genesis Evangelion, in which I've been rather impressed, as I like it and I typically do not find giant robots interesting. I've more or less given up on the project about Yucatan Mayans and the pop can temple. It was a wash dream anyway. I've begun outlines for Spatterdash! so I don't screw it up again. I've begun a required project on American History in the form of a project about the Irish Potato Famine and how it affected the American Industrial Revolution. And I cleaned my room.

Murphs

Hipsters.

Nothing seems safe anymore, especially not the countercultures these days. 

What am I talking about this time?

This article {here} tells all. 

I mourn for humanity. 

Murphs

{Not really}