is upon us. I mean, Jesus Christ. We have robotic penguins that swim and also fucking FLY, and then we have crazy Japanese people who are building gigantic POWER RANGERS BEETLE ROBOTS in their garages. This shit is scary. Links below.

The Penguins-(only the first two minutes are actually the penguins. After that, they go on to a robot hand and a robot WALL. You know you're screwed when the freakin' WALLS are robotic, and are going to come alive any second and-OH MY GOD, AHHH!--)
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The giant robot beetle-(this is an actual working vehicle that can carry people. O.O)
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I'll be in my bunker. Hiding.

So today I came home, and did nothing. I fell asleep for two hours, woke up, played some video games, and now am going to bed again.

It was beautiful. And I think necessary after last week's homework apocalypse.

I need to start running again, though. I was doing so well, running about every other day, and now I haven't done anything in a week and a half.

This weekend I am going to the Michigan student government state conference, in Traverse City. I'll be gone Saturday through Monday, which means I'll only have THREE days of school next week. That is very exciting.

I'm looking forward to seeing The Laramie Project at school this Friday.

Pac-Man zero gravity is sweet: [link]

And now for a public service announcement: How to report atheists to the FBI. This is something everybody should know and be aware of. lmfao.
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"I think I'll go to Boston, where no one knows my name..." I got a letter from Boston University today. Apparently they have a Quidditch team. "You've indicated that you are interested in studying economics, which is offered through our College of Arts & Sciences..." My mom brought the letter to me, laughing at that. "Economics? Why do they think you like economics? That's ridiculous." Guess what mom. I like economics.

But I don't know what.

I need to get more sleep.

...sitting on my desk. Hoping has the piece I need, so that I can make my gun live again.

Need to update. Or just write something.

I deleted a bunch of old stuff on here that, well, wasn't very good. At all. Or was even worse than what I left.

Sigh.

Guess who's not getting eight hours of sleep tonight.

Are pretty freakin' sweet.

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