Gimme Raul!

Hi! (title stems from the opening scene of the Negotiator with Samuel L Jackson talking about the pit-bull Raul...

So - today's been a good day so far... I woke up at 8 with Amy and Jan babbling about something or other, then managed to get back to sleep and wake up again with the Basement Monster yelling at his laundry at 9:30.

For some reason I was really really raging with hormones and pissed off, (well not like the reason is so mysterious that looking at a calendar can't pickpoint it obviously)... so I banged around the dishes and did them as loudly as I possibly could, while Cassie and Jan giggled in his bedroom and gave me a messy crotch shot that wasn't exactly needed, but managed to squeeze a giggle out of me too - Then, I spent the rest of the morning working on the Porsche slideshow, and figured out that I'm sick to death of the one I've been using on my website, and I'm going to have to start all over and organize my shite so it doesn't try to load two slideshows simultaneously. It's been driving me absofuckinglutely nutsoid and I couldn't handle it anymore... so, on with a new program- and despite its little ad at the bottom, it turns out rather nicely for Jeffey's show... I think he'll dig it for web stuff, and then at some point later when shcool isn't killing me I'll make the DVD for his dad with him... w00t!

Link: .latest shenanegans.

And then- once that was done for the day, I looked outside and since I was cold and uncomfortable I straddled ol' Eager Elephante Apfeffeles and had a blast around town. I practiced some turns around the neighborhood racetrack and then went up Sloat by the golf course and up the Great Highway and up Susnet and down through SFState and ripped it up around all those roundabouts, gaining speed and confidence bit by bit... It felt good, and then once I made it home and managed to avoid at least 3 accidents with dumbasses, the sun started to slowly recede behind the houses...

And now, with the Basement Monster and his drunken assholic friends yelling at their football games downstairs, I've got good ol' Sammy J on the tube for backround noise as I hunker down to figure out my shite for school...

What to do!

- read BCST stuff, take rest of quizzes thru ch 14.
- read PSHYCH stuff, answer all q's on study guide for next exam on the 14th.
- read ASTR crap, finish that lame homework that's probably due Monday.
- hm... science is probably priority tonite. Yep.

Current mood: glad I don't have to bleed profusely constantly...
Current music: none, duhh...