Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.

There has to be good in here.

Seriously.

Well, there was some good going on during my Western Thought final. The final sucked. It sucked a big one. The joking helped ease the tension of a test I wanted nothing to do with.

Molson beer is delicious.

Champagne is better. I am holding off until Thursday so I can drink my bottle without the worry of another test.

The Office has been making me really happy lately. Magnolia, on the other hand, has been tryings it's goddamnedest to stop my happiness.

Last chance, as if it could hurt.

Converge's Jane Doe record is hitting the spot. (That's what she said.) It's the most visceral/honest record I own. It speaks to my soul. I need this.

My Ghaleon puppet is pretty sweet.

So is my homemade Burger King puppet. My art is the best art.

The pie from Backyard BBQ is the best.

I don't want to pay taxes. I don't have any political motives behind this, but I don't want to do that anymore.

I need this shirt.

I'm tired of buying books I don't use in class. Weak.

Dexter is the second best show on television, following The Office.

Break my off a piece of that ap-ple sauce.

I want nothing to do with Second Life. But creating a Second Life IN Second Life is awesome.

I have no experience in dealing with vampires, though I did hunt a werewolf once. The only problem was that it turned back into my neighbor's dog.