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News Flash!  I got a 100% on my English MIDTERM!  Hellz yeah.  Still waiting on my other midterms to come in.

Okay.  Mobius-X is basically dead, especially now that I've finished version 3 and have basically NOTHING LEFT TO DO THERE.  Granted, I'm not going to stop posting anytime soon, I'm just going back to the Thrillnetwork forums and posting whatever.  As it's the most active forum I know of.  Otherwise, I just feel like I'm not socializing enough, whether it be online or in real life, and I don't know why...  I guess I'll figure it out sometime...

Juggling, yes.  My grandmother is staying at our house for a while, which is a great thing, as I love her to all ends.  It's just that now my parents are sleeping in my sisters room, which is right next to mine.  Thus, they can hear everything I do, especially juggling.  And they're pissed at that now, so they took everything, well, they think they did.  They took 3 clubs, 3 rings, all my boxes, and 5 of my balls.  I've got more stuff, and I could piss them off, but I'm being nice, AS I WAS BEFORE.  Here's the thing that pissed me off, they're acting as if I was not caring at all about them in the other room.  I know they're going to read this, so here's the deal.  I AM BEING VERY NICE TO YOU.  I'm not blasting my music (as I could be doing), I'm not trying hard tricks (where I would drop and make noise), and in fact, the balls that they took away, were my tennis balls, which are the quietest of them all.  They don't even realize I'm trying to be nice.  Whatever...

Story, to keep this post from being boring.  This is my favorite campfire story btw.  Ok, flash back, way back, to when I was only 11 years old.  I'm on only my 3rd camping trip, and it's as the new leader of my boy scout troup.  I'm bored on day 2, the day after all the competitions and stuff, and we've got a cool half-gas-barrel setup as a fire pit.  I find a nail in the ground.  I get the great idea "It'd be cool to watch this thing melt in the fire!"  I was 11, so shut it.  After it sitting in the fire for about 5 minutes and not melting, I pull it out with a stick, and then pick it up off the ground, yes, with my bare hands.  Can you say, 3rd degree burns?  The nail actually stuck and was burining into the skin on my middle finger before I realized it, and I spent the rest of the day with a cup of ice and my finger in it.  Thankfully, it was right on the line between major second degree and minor 3rd degree, so it was fine after about 2 or 3 days.  Needless to say, I have a slight fear of hot metal now.  I'm always wary whenever I roast a marshmallow using a metal poker.  And that's my burn story.

I dunno what else there is to say.  Not much else is happening.  So next tuesday, as opposed to wednesday?  Perhaps?  No?  Okay...    ...    ...I'm so alone...

~ A Day In The Life Of A Peanut Butter Cup...  ~Reeses2150