So I have the worst headache in the world right now. Some people are probably gonna ask, "so why are you online?"

I'm not sure, really. I think I'm gonna fall like a fly soon. I need to babysit in the morning. I didn't notice just how little I ate today. I'm really hungry right now, but eating at this point in time wouldn't be very wise. Losing weight is harder than I initially thought, enthusiasm be damned. I'd rather sit at home and play Tales of Symphonia than go outside and run or do something productive like that.

There isn't any earth-shattering event that will keep me blogging for days on end, but I felt that it was high time that I checked in on myspace and said something, since I got some free tickets to Ima Robot, regardless of whether I will be attending the event or not. I'd like to go, but I won't die if I can't... I'm sort of a homebody. I'd rather stay at home, curled up with a book/my laptop/the phone. Though it would be a good way to see my friends, eh... The only real song I like is "Dynamite," and even then, I don't like it -that- much.

What else what else what else? I could rant about my strange affinity to redheaded, hotblooded men in video games... take Zelos Wilder, for example. I haven't even recruited him yet but I know that I'll like him just by looking at him and his character description. Do I have a secret ambition to be a womanizer? A gigolo? A pickup artist?

I might as well be married; I'm not even remotely -allowed- to have feelings like these. My husbife would have my hide.

In other news, I'm feeling rather loved by my family and friends, though I don't do anything to really merit it. I'm luckier than I can ever imagine when it comes to luck and love, and my life isn't the ball of loveless negativity that I was ranting about several blog entries ago. I have both arms and legs, I can type/write worth a lick, my guardians are nice, well-adjusted people, my sisters are... bearable, my grandparents love me well enough, my friends are awesome in any and all ways, Megatronhitler continues to be an excellent source of love, humor, support, and vitamin C, and I'm not afflicted with some crazy incurable illness... so life couldn't get much better, I don't think.

On an unrelated note, if you haven't noticed, I think I'd be a Decepticon rather than an Autobot. I thought long and hard about it, and that process can be best summed up by this image:



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