kick me in the arse n coll me chahlie

i refuse to foul jedi bob by installing realplayer -- even if it means missing out on gollum's acceptance speech at the movie awards. wth is mtv doing by using rp files exclusively anyway?! my feet hurt from wearing heels all day yesterday. i liked the feeling of looking cool; i'm just not girly-girl enough to torture myself day in and day out to consistently achieve that type of coolness. beanie maul is sitting atop mousebot's monitor right now with his ickle beanie legs crossed, his arms held up askew and his hood covering his left eye all 40s noirish style. he's so cute that he's awesome; a true buddy. tossed away the second half of my bagel today because, as is always the case lately, i just don't have cravings for food. appetite has shrunk. right arm has that sore hollow feeling up near the shoulder again and i'm barely into the groove of working. or, to be honest, barely into the groove of doing anything other than reading, playing photoshop, and saving tristram. in other words, i'm slipping back to lazy ass, cave-troll mode. should definitely get cracking on studying for bio exam 4...but didn't i say something about wanting save tristram before? meh. called dad yesterday and i know for sure that i hurt more than i'm willing to articulate -- from him being a wussy dumbass (man i hate wussy pussies) to me just playing the nice guy and never saying anything. bah. need to maintain that self-check and self-balance system so i won't stray into big-headed syndrome...cuz ya know, being called on random stupid things i do is just embarrassing. where's my head again? maybe i'm too busy spending brainpower on paranoia and dramatic over-analyzation to give due to anything else in life. well, anything else besides obsessing over....errr...Stuff. you know how it goes.