It's all just crayon marks on walls.

I will begin by saying the thing that every other blogger is saying today: happy new year, it's 2005, auld lang syne, out with the old and in with the new, yadda yadda yadda. It has to be done.

Wolverine Access is ticking me off. Who ever heard of business hours for a website? Seriously, people.

I won't even go into the apparently big event of the day. I didn't watch it and I don't want to talk about it.

So I'm grumpy at the moment. Tell me something I don't know. I'm also tired and withdrawn. Go stick a toothpick up your nose.

Yesterday evening was fun... ping pong, Pit, Taboo, and Cranium... if only there had been some Dutch Blitz thrown in and less parental supervision (if you could see me, I'd be rolling my eyes... across the floor and out the door into a pile of snow next to a tree with one lonely leaf still hanging and clinging to its branch with a backdrop of the black sky spotted with sparkling stars giving off soft white light into the cold and windless night). I suppose it wasn't entirely meant as parental supervision, and the reasoning came together as the night went on, but it did get old and we are all old enough to monitor ourselves (the ages ranging from 15 to me at 18 with the majority of us being 17 or older). But I will stop rehashing yesterday's hashbrowns.

The time is quickly approaching when I will return to the mental agony which is school. I've been having many dreams about college lately and most of them have been quite odd.

I have nothing more to say... and yet there is so much left unsaid.