the perils of

1:47 AM. My body clock has conked out and probably my grammar and coherence are gone as well. Maybe this is why majority of my blog posts are strange and nonsensical - because they were written at one in the morning. Does this make me a morning person now? Lolsies! (Kidding. I never say losies. Ever. I swear. Please believe me. Please. Please?) All lameness aside, so much has happened since I last updated. I'll get to the important bits in a while. What have I been up to this summer? I think my brother's Facebook status sums it all up: (sad kind) yay Yeah. I suck. As a sibling, I mean, not as a tetris player, because I'm doing all right at least in that one bit of my life (or lack thereof). I'm sorry, Jigs and Cait. I really should get off the Internet. It's a good thing that aside from playing Tetris Battle on Facebook all day (<--- don't worry, this post doesn't get any sadder than this), I've been working on finishing this bucketlist of films th...

... until I board that plane to the Big M. I get butterflies in my tummy whenever I think about it! The way I see it, it's sort of like riding a roller coaster. (Before you throw up from the cheeziness of that metaphor, relax, because I'm NOT going to say, "Life is like a roller coaster: you get your ups and downs." I'm NOT, okay!) Anyway. It's sort of like riding a roller coaster. You don't really want go. Heck, if it were up to you, you'd pass the time just by hanging around the frozen bananas stand instead of being strapped down into your seat at the scariest ride in the park. But, you're doing it. You're riding the Space Shuttle. Because your older cousins are making you... Or at least, that's what you think. Deep down inside though, way, waaay past the big lunch you ate that's threatening to resurface at any moment now, you know that you're not just riding because your cousins made you. It's something else. Something la...