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I got back today. The flight was excruciating, and sleeping was neigh impossible because Chris kept wiggling and shaking the seat or bumping me or asking me if I wanted Skittles (and eating them all, anyways). We got in in the wicked AM, and I was pretty tired. Montage. The really pretty ones.

I worked on my web stuff a bit, you’ll notice the login menu (seriously, log out if you’re logged in and try it) has some sweet JS going on now. I’m working on organizing my junk drawer page, which will look pretty and serve as a showcase for my work. It’ll take quite a bit of work to finish, and I don’t expect it to be complete till after school gets out.

I just have to do wicked sweet at this Historal Weekend thing; I have something to prove. I won’t let myself be profiled because of one thing in the past. If they’re going to do that, then why do I want to be in?

I should be dead tired right now. I think the caffeine is keeping me awake. Me and Marissa went to Coldstone, where we got cheap ice cream, then to Target, where she got me a card and candy for my birthday and I bought The Incredibles. Then we picked up Becca, went to Panera, got cheap sodas, and talked. Came to back to my house, chilled in the basement, and then they left. I’ve gotten like 4 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours, so why am I still so alert? Clearly, it’s the soda and the chocolate. My brother has been asleep since 7pm. He feel asleep with his glasses on still… Note: Pint of Milk at 9:00pm, bad idea.