I-I-I I'm your little butterfly, green black and blue paint the colors of the sky

[effervescible]

So, Jaina's little amazon wishlist saga is apparently over, and she has moved on the the saga of pretentiousness in which she starts referring to herself in the third person. Actually, I'm starting my day by being (once again) far too entranced by Dance Dance Revolution music. Is it not enough that I finally bought the damned thing online? But no, I must listen to my five remixes of Butterfly and plot Bring It On-esque cheerleading routines in my head to Boom Boom Dollar (Damn you, Jen and AJ!) About DDR I use my faithful favorite little phrase: this is some whacked shit right here, yo. But it's like crack cocaine without the bad physical effects and I can't stop wanting to play it. Eric and I might even meet up at Gameworks this week to kick it on the big machine, despite the fact that he already owns the PSX version and I will as soon as gamestop.com gets it off of back order. Because that is how much we're addicted, we will pay more money to dance to songs like "Boys" and "Butterfly" that aren't on the home version. The nice part is that I won't have to attend those always the same, always boring aerobic classes at the rec to get my cardio up.

Ooh, lookie! Aderyn pictures are up! All these HoE pics are making me mad schmoopy. I miss Emma's cuddliness, I miss AJ's cheertator persona, I miss smart and comforting Susan, I miss Manwhore Mike, I miss Jen, who really needs no subtitle. I really need to get my own photos online, but I lack a decent photo program on Seiya-chan. Last night I dreamed that I'd forgotten all along about an old copy of photoshop 5 on the machine, and I was happy. Then I woke up. But Josh is burning my a pretty pretty CD that has the goodness of winamp, realplayer, photoshop, adobe premiere, and other fun things that I cannot download at the moment.

Jesus was way coo, y'all. King Missile said so.