i just watched 5 or so episodes of Invader Zim, that kids TV cartoon that Jhonen Vasquez is doing. it was wacky and fun and cute and insane and clever and idiotic and twisted and... well, wacky. i liked it. i still prefer Johnny the Homicidal Maniac out of all his stuff, but that almost goes without saying. Squee! squee squee squee squee squee! *ahem* anyway, i can't even remember a good quote for the title of this entry, so it was clearly not as memorable as it really should be. either that, or my memory is totally shot. just a likely, really.

i also saw many more actual MIT east-side students than in a long long time. the old doom crowd is so fractured. i never know who's talking to who anymore. and who is still talking, but doesn't actually like. and who is going out. so confused. and a little sad. but it was fun. and the young'uns are not so young anymore.

i had to rewrite part of my damn water feature today. on one hand, she's right, that probably wasn't quite the message i wanted to send. on the other hand, is it so surprising that only the easiet to explain part of the whole message got through, as i only had 550 words to work with? argh. still, i think it's better now, if a bit longer. 584 is not that much over 550, right? even percentagewise not so bad... mrr.

i am flailing. life and goals and day to day, all a blur, a fuzzy conglomerate of comfort and books and thought and cuddling and games and work and home... and cleaning home. ugh. i spent all weekend cleaning. i think i am fuzzy because i did not get my requisite weekly morning sleep-in. i hate getting up early all the time. or even getting up sort of early all the time. i hate having to get up. it's not even necessarily the actual getting up, just the having to do so. beh.

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