hooo boy

There is definitely an hour of night where I lose the ability to do simple math, much less complex math. I think I just passed it, as I just tried to subtract -26 from -19 and got 7. Time to stop.

I think it's the same hour where I can listen to Terrence and Philip do "Uncle Fucker" on repeat and die laughing every time.

I think I need to go to bed soon, and finish my linear algebra homework tomorrow morning.

February!

Okay, I know it's cheesy as hell and anyone who actually listens to the radio (ie, not me) is probably heartily sick of this song. But... I really like Train's "Calling All Angels."

Hmm, February. I've got some mixed feelings about this month - bad bad bad things always seem to happen in February. Here's hoping I get through this one unscathed. Of course, this year, february begins on a Sunday, which means we'll have a Friday the 13 (which is always tons of fun) so that just may redeem any bullshit that may hit the fan... :)

In other news, this is interesting:


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going to bed now, I think.

Some sick Flash stuff, and then I'm really going to bed.

Thank you, harinezumi...

Harry Potter and Ron bother Snape

Trouble at Hogwarts

These guys also have a lj community - potterpals

Okay, now I'm not kidding. I'm going to bed. No, really...

sleepy . . .

So quiet today - it kinda passed in a blur, as the pattern for today kept seeming like me waking up, pottering around doing little things, and somehow going back to sleep. It's nine o'clock already, almost - how did that happen?

I should turn on the Super Bowl, just for a minute, just to see where the game stands. I don't really care, mind - football isn't really my thing, though I do enjoy the popcorn and subs (not so much the beer. ack) that usually comes with a super bowl party. I guess I view watching sports on TV the same way as I view watching comedy movies that you know all the punch lines for - it's really no fun unless you're with a group of people that are going to get just as silly about it as you are. What is football anyway but the lone excuse for the straight American male to grab another man's butt with impunity and through lots and lots of padding?

Bah. The British do it better I think. Same game. different name. No pads. More dangerous. Stripy shirts. More blood. Yay. Especially when girls play it. Rugby girls are fucking brutal, yo.

I might make it an early night tonight. Sleep is good. Still need to finish We for tomorrow, but that's so a curl up in bed activity, and I don't consider reading "real" homework anyways.