damn. back home. typing this on a super wack keyboard but it's still okay. can't believe i'm a consistent space with the left thumb kinda gal. man this is weird.

anyway, i'm seriously craving rediscover of old haunts dealie....like, squirrel around campus, riding the (150? 50?) to mira mesa, hitting up gameworks n tru, not to mention hanging south to balboa park and saying hi to my pal the toitles. oh well. someday. at least i get to stare at purty things a lot. oh yieah, nice house. the wall reminds me of certain (okay, many) failures in life and constantly questions me slyly as to why i ain't a microsoft certified professional. cest la vie in english please.

i'm not really tired. it's not even nine yet and hey, chicken tenders can do wonders for the energy level. :)

hi to mr. santa, to ghetto nat, to fabu mish. off to go call minru now.