So, I'm sorry that it's all I ever talk about.Not that I'm here often.Not that many people care, unless the right people happen to be online scrolling through blogs -- people who remember me from way back when on the old Mibba.Anyway, I'm in the process of looking for a new psychiatrist, and it's nerve-wracking as shit. I thought I was okay with my last one, but she had been making me increasingly...

Fun story about him! I got him at a show in Tracy, today. He and his (what I'm assuming to be) clutch-mate were both $600, and there was another booth across the way selling another piebald for $600. To me, these three were the only interesting ball pythons for sale in the whole show, tbh, save for a $2000 Eightball. She was gorgeous. Hellishly pricey, though. There was also an enchi lesser bee...

COME HITHER AND WELCOME ME HOME, BRETHREN AND S... SISTREN.Are any of my friends even still around anymore?Man, I've missed you guys. I've missed this place. I was just reading through old blog entries of mine, laughing to myself, havin' a good time.For those of you who maybe have joined the Mibba community since I left and have no idea who I am, or the many of you who probably forgot who I am or...

The recovery will be worse than I thought, and so I can't tech for The Fully Monty like I wanted to. That really bummed me out at first, but now I actually don't care much. I'm just so happy right now.That happiness may or may not be because I'm on a blissful amount to painkillers.Because this shit hurts.So, I'm hanging out in bed, eating Parmesan Goldfish and Rainbow Nerds, and just...The surgeon...

A new year indeed.Suddenly, things.So, I really don't give a fuck about my birthday except for the fact that this is my final year of legally being a kid, and that's really sad to think about. But, whatever.What I'm most excited about right now is getting to be a tech.Asdfghjkl.It's gonna be The Full Monty. And it isn't just a school play. No, this is local 500-seat theatre status right here. This...

I need. NEED. NEED. NEED for my orchestra to play this for this year's spring concert. I will cry for three years if we don't. Three. Entire. Years. Spent. Sobbing.Listen to this fucking beauty. The best parts are at 1:22-2:37 (Concerning Hobbits), 4:00-4:34 (whatever the One Ring's theme is called), and 7:55-8:37 (MOAR CONCERNING HOBBITS). Chills. So many chills.In case you hadn't noticed, my...

Allow me to reiterate.I met.A guy.And just.I cannot words.What are English.You guys, oh my god...Here's what happened.I went to see The Hobbit a second time with a couple of friends. Who also happened to be there were people whom I haven't seen in like four years, so that was really cool. So, we get out of the theater at like seven, and then two of my friends asked if they could get a ride to an...

So, my friend (see this blog entry) called me at around six and asked if I wanted to come over because his parents are out of town and he wanted to have a mini party. So, I went. I'm growing more and more determined to hook up with this guy. I will take all opportunities to analyze how he acts toward me and will respond accordingly.God, how sexy do I sound.I was the first person to get to his...

Because I can.1. The EchidnaIT LOOKS LIKE A TINY MANATEE.It's just... a blob of echidna. It's too wonderful. Look at how wrinkly and fat it is. Just look.2. The SlothAre you fucking kidding me.My god.I can't. 3. The Asian ElephantThey're so cuddly. (EDIT: I'm actually fairly certain that the above image is of an African elephant. Google, you lied to me.)Like big puppies.Oh my god, no. Why. Don't...

I have a personal policy: I will 100% respect your beliefs if you are kind and rational about them and if they bring no harm to other people.By "kind and rational", I mean that you don't yell at or carry any spite toward people who don't believe the same things as you.That being said, I honestly don't know who I dislike more. There are the people who are so extreme about their religions that their...

That one guy whom I went to Homecoming with a couple of years ago and who I had a crush on from the very moment I saw him -- he's single, now. But don't get me wrong. I wouldn't say at all that I have a crush on him, now. I'm not all giddy about this. The last thing I want is a relationship with him, because he has a lot of growing up to do. I'm not even going to touch that with a thirty-foot...

I'm too fucking humble.I feel like a jerk when I talk about any of my work. Whether it be writing, drawing, music, photography, et cetera. I feel that even mentioning it is a form of bragging. I feel like I'm currently bragging. I feel like a jerk for even referring to myself as humble, because I feel like only pretentious snobs like to think that they're humble.For the above reasons, I'm a...

I will call him Mr. M.I would guess that he's in his early to mid seventies, but he doesn't quite look it. He's a Vietnam war veteran with a Purple Heart. He knows how to pilot a helicopter. And he tells the best damn stories when we have nothing else to do in class. Which is fairly often.He told us about how he got shot in the lower back and how that bullet is still embedded in his hip bone. And...

Homecoming skits have come and gone (JUNIORS DID AWESOME), but it's all come with a price.That guy. That absolutely perfect guy. That life-ruining guy who (as far as I know) is straight.He was in the senior skit. Their theme was the circus. He played the gypsy king. They had a live performance (so badass) with brass instruments, guitar, banjo, drums, and vocals.And he played the accordion.Also, I...

I'm stuck in between.Why can't I have just grown up male? All of my friends in elementary school were guys, with the addition of a few tomboys. I miss them so goddamn much. I've known them since kindergarten. Now they all go to a different school and I'm an entirely different person -- literally. There's no such thing as reintroduction, because I have disgustingly low confidence and would not at...

And I'm finally involved, like I've been meaning to be.Granted, nobody -- not even the freshmen or the sophomores -- gives a shit about the freshman and sophomore skits.It's all juniors and seniors, baby.The theme is a bit mediocre, this year, but I like what we've decided to do with it. It's Vegas Hotels. Yeah, I dunno. I don't remember what the underclassmen have, but seniors have Circus Circus...

... Yeah.We were on our way home from camping up in the Sierra Nevada foothills. A good 2 1/2 hours away from the Bay Area. Dad's driving the RV with me and the dogs inside, and Mom's towing the boat with the truck. We go to get gas at what's essentially a truck stop. I mean, all it is is a cluster of fast food restaurants, a motel, a gas station, and some place where truckers can stop and take a...

Having my car stolen is just one of the greatest things that's ever happened to me.His name was Paul. He was a fugly, dark green '96 Honda Accord, but I enjoyed him. We paid 2.2K for him. Then he was stolen. I cracked up when my mom told me that Paul was gone. We both laughed, actually. He was such a piece of crap.But, guess what? The insurance company gave us $3,700. Yup. Goodbye Paul, and hello...

My harmless, ten-year-old, sweetheart of a dog now has a record with animal control.The lady next door has these two kids who are always running around outside, playing with our dogs. The entire neighborhood loves our dogs, right? They're everyone's best friends. Our dogs are incredible. But, apparently, this lady had a pet guinea pig that I didn't even know existed in the first place. The thing...

I don't give a damn about the layout. I really could care less about what Mibba looks like. What matters is that the navigation is essentially exactly the same, so there isn't any confusion.I like that the chick in the corner is gone. But the only thing that really has me so happy about this -- otherwise, I'd be ambivalent -- is the fact that you can see the amount of comments on blogs from the...