I burn inside. I rage. Now is the time. Break out or break down. Whoever and whatever stands in my way, woe betide you. The storm rises.

Clouds gather. The thunder rumbles in the distance. I am coming.

...just floating in life's ocean. Can't do this forever. Must move now.

...but now I am. I better accelerate more.

A new direction in life is damn hard to take. One I'm planning on: culinary school. I've got so much Gordon Ramsay on the brain that I'm game to learn a bit of cookery. Only time'll tell if I make something of myself that way.

...on the other side of the hill.

A job, SSI, back to college, my license, a car, a place to call my own... I want all of that. But where to start...

It pains me seeing rancid excuses for collabs getting past judgment. I am convinced that there are users creating multiple accounts for the sole purpose of flooding the Portal with crap. This outrages me! I wonder who i can ask to tackle this looming problem...before it becomes an actual problem.

I swear... some people should receive anthrax-laced thank-you notes what with the shit they try posting on NG. Thankfully, most of it gets nuked. I wonder: what's the most godawful piece of Flash you guys have ever laid eyes upon?

Thunderstorms suck when you live in urban/suburban areas. If it were a forest, I'd feel calmed by them.

What could suck even worse? The Flash effluent what crosses the Portal each day.

I just received my neuropsychological evaluation yesterday, and reading it made me realize how withdrawn from life I've become. Twelve years of feeling maladjusted to one's environs, combined with a detached personality will do that. I've found it so difficult to make friends because I'm so bloody afraid of being hurt; trust has not been one of my strong suits...not even with my parents. On top of that, my (fraternal) twin brother has been in the Gulf (Persian Gulf) for the past few months. I thank my lucky stars that he's still okay, yet I can't shake the feeling that something nasty will befall him. I feel even luckier that my worries haven't leaked into my life so much that I can't function; I hope it never occurs.

In other news, being flat broke can be a bitch some days, but I've managed so far. Having no major expenses save books and tuition really helps. I hope I can fly my parents' nest once I graduate college, or else I'll never forgive myself.

NG's site redesign looks just spiffy. I wish the Brothers Fulp and their legion of (no offense intended) code and server monkeys the best in tweaking and hammering out this site. Here's to many more years of separating the shit Flash from the shiny! ::cheers!::