So, while in the process of trying to put away all of my crap I found that I had severely deficient room to put it away in. I therefore requisitioned further hi-tech storage devices from my former place of residence. (An extra shelf) but once this was added to the totality of my worldly possessions at my rented house, the fungshue (or how ever that is spelled) was thrown off. I spent the better part of a week trying to come up with a suitable way of remedying this. Long story short. I didn’t have a ruler or measuring tape, so I now know the exact dimensions of my room in arm, hand, and thumb lengths, it’s quite irrational. I then was able to draw out different possible arrangements on grid paper (I love grid paper, almost as much as I love duck tape or high-explosives. On a separate note, I just realized that with the proper application of those three items {plus a writing utensil} you could solve any problem. Use explosives to take stuff apart, and duct tape to hold it together, the grid paper is to plan it out before hand) the photos of which will be up once I get my computer working again (I’m currently using the school computers and my old one which was just sitting in a closet at home.) I find it funny that I have never broken a peace of technology, computer or otherwise, but to date, I have caused the catastrophic failure of three or four power cords. (Which is indecently why my computer stopped working… oh and now my housemate is convinced (thanks to Riddles) that I’m gay, or at least not Completely strait. Which I guess I’m not… but it should be entertaining to see how this plays out. If nothing else, I’ll know how much he talks with our other classmates. In a group of extremely masculine males, any knowledge of the “known” fact that I’m gay will be conspicuously obvious. Let’s see, quick synopsis of the rest of my information. Had a weird ass dream, actually several. Which are in the process of being uploaded on here in word document form. I can now cook with a level 7-9 proficiency. I have set up all the things necessary for an indoor garden in my room minus plants and earth. On a more disappointing note. Our local branch of the library is D: in the extreme, I only had to take two trips to it to watch all of the dvd’s that it had to offer. Apparently yoga isn’t something I should do… EVER. If you want to know more, ask. If not enough said. Finally, I leave you with two questions, which three deadly sins are you most guilty of/ most affiliated with, and what songs would you like to play at your funeral? (my favorite choice so far was “another one bites the dust” followed by “here come the men in black” as the casket with my body is being brought in.) As it is now getting early, and I yet have things to do for tomorrow, I bid thee a good night. Or good morning, depending on where you are.