Remember the roommate I bitch about because they eat my food, don't clean up, and is really good about pushing my buttons? Yeah, he had a bike accident yesterday. His arm is fucked up pretty good and he's going home to Nebraska to get it operated on.
Lots of people have already moved back home, away from Monterey. It's getting quiet here fast. I'm living on $1.02 in the bank until this Friday, where I get two paychecks since the school fucked up and forgot I worked for them or something crazy like that.
Had another bad dream, although topping the Naruto one would have been tough. ASAP confirmed last Friday that there wouldn't be work in June, so I suppose I am going to be home pretty soon. This isn't a bad thing, but it does mean I need to pack for an extended move. Thankfully, I only need my HD, my games/systems, my clothes, and my sanity. Actually, the last one is pretty optional. I can do a lot of things with Remote Desktop, and those I can't do I will have with me anyway in the form of my drive.
Fanime is all paid for, so there is no issues there. AX is slipping through my fingers, and I'll be damned if I am going to let it. Anime Expo was the reason I know so many of the people that I do. It means a lot to me.
I find myself scheming and plotting, which while I don't mind doing, usually has a purpose. Lately though these thoughts are for a lost cause, so I am now taking ideas and suggestions for what to apply all this plotting towards. Plotting without purpose (while fun since it makes everyone suspicious of you) seems like a bit of wasted energy.
I'm good at wasting energy though, so I guess it really isn't all that bad. I am going to take a moment to point out that Maly has her pic up on the portal now, and her site has a pretty unique design. (Update: Um, it is down at the moment I type this, so I make no promises by the time you read it.)
My brother is graduating from High School. This means he is going to school this fall. College School. Holy shit.
In response to "Variety is the spice of life, redundancy the bread":