So we watched a stop motion video in class.. this crazy beast is it

 Fuck.

 Hello St. Louis.

After 36 hours of driving, we are finally here. Saskatchewan and North Dakota: sorry, but you guys are really flat and boring. I know it's not your fault you were made that way. But I will blame you regardless. South Dakota: you're kinda cool and pretty. Iowa: you have too much construction and apparently your police just appear out of nowhere. I was sleeping for that part, but I heard it from a reliable source. Missouri: I'm not sure what to think of you yet, I will make a statement about you tomorrow. 

Now, now it's bed time. Well, finish my beer and lay and watch tv in bed time. Though, I am supposing sleep will come quickly tonight. I can feel it gnawing on my neck and clawing at my eyes. Beer! Save me. No? Okay, fine. I'll just drink you and watch you slowly die.

Least I am no longer a zombie. I think thats a bonus in life. 26 hours in, less than 4 hours of sleep and about 10 cups of coffee. That, my dears, is something I do not recommend. 

Anyways, I think I will leave you all to your scheduled programming now.

Later, dears.

Hello lovlies of LJ.

Seeing as my birthday is coming up in the next month and a bit, I figured I would post a list as to what I would like.

• 1 day of awesome with Craig Ferguson. (Bonus points if dinner is involved)
• 1 weekend of Amusement parks, laser tag and other assorted fun with Nathan Fillion.
• 1 Michael Weatherly. (Bonus points if he comes with glasses)
• An afternoon snack and coffee with Sean Murray.

This list will be edited as time goes on.

**Note**

Michael Weatherly would be most preferred, followed by Nathan Fillion Any of the listed gifts would be awesome, all of them will earn you eternal love and my soul.

 So I was going to do a huge long re account of 2008, but that proved too tiresome and not all that fun, so instead I will just throw some words from my fingers into a text field and send it into the abyss of the internet. Maybe someone out there will figure out the true meaning of the celebration of New Years, but really its just another day, leading to another. On year ending and another beginning. I'm not sure where this bitterness comes from but it does it exist deep inside. It might be because I haven't done what I intended to do this, now, past year, but really who has? I don't understand why we set these outrageous goals for ourselves and then proceed to beat ourselves down when we don't accomplish them. The masochist in everyone takes to the stage and shines at that time, conducting their own requiem of demise and symphony of disapproval. Many versions of themselves fill the auditorium their mind, each scrutinizing the performance. Yet each year the process continues and the audience finds more things to pick apart. 

I suppose we do this to build character and actually give ourselves something to strive for in the year...

Anyways, this has lost all substance of a New Year post, so fill me with crack and feed me to the fishes. I'm sure you would get the same sort of gibberish out my fingers.

While surfing the intergoogles, or blogwebs if you want, I stumbled upon this mildly cute site. It struck me something that phnelt  might like, especially this