The usual suspects

Dad, I would just like to say I love you very much, and you have a great appreciation for music. I don't know if you remember, but you got a "Rawlings Cross" CD for my birthday way back when I was younger, and I was like, "Uh....thanks?" However, I would like you to know, it is now one of my favourite CDs in my collection, and I can't thank you enough for getting it for me. (I can't remember what style of music their cover said they were technically doing, but there's a lot of tin whistle and drum, so I'm thinking Irish?) Anyways, I'm listening to it right now, and it's bringing back good memories...and sometimes you just don't appreciate how lucky you are to have people in your life like you have, or you don't understand the things your parents do for you until your older. So, Dad, thanks for giving me a good appreciation in music. I couldn't have done it without you. Even if you forget half the things I say. I know it's because your old. Don't fight it. (And I know my Dad is reading this right now. Nothing like distance to protect you from the people you love. *Grin*)


Also, I bought these candies in the store tonight, and I am SERIOUSLY horrified they sell these things...I mean, are these things legal? I feel like I'm eating child pornography.




I case you can't tell, they're touching themselves. Am I supposed to like my candy to be naked little children????? WHAT THE HECK?????

Also, I have some comics that I want to post, so I'll probably post them in the next couple days, I think, as long as my act keeps together.

Whew. Thank you SO MUCH to anyone who e-mailed me in the last little bit. You're words helped me get through today on two and a half hours sleep where I had a class, my scary seminar today, (in which the man I am absolutely petrified of deep, deep, down but try not to show by pretending to play it cool when I am really a quivering jelly mass inside hoping that he wont tear me to several pieces over the course of the two hours) which is a highly intensive class and on hard material and I also promised a night of cookie making (which, like, I couldn't turn down because, well, it's food. And I'm hungry.) which just ended about twenty minutes ago. I just got home. It's midnight. I haven't stopped all day. I had many a good laugh at my e-mails, and I also felt re-energized, and it turned the day completely around. So thank you.

And cookie making tonight was really fun. And we ordered food in for supper, and I ate a really big thing that was like a taco but different. It was good. Myabe I'll post pictures later.

OK, now I'm spacing as I type. Holy crap. I feel like I've had a few. And I have only ever had a few, techincally...uh, two? No, no, three....four. Yeah. Anyways, I'm so tired it's like I'm back home! Ah, good memories. Anyways, I'll talk to you all later, and we'll see if my medieval philosophy professor buys my interpretation of Aquinas in my essay or whether or not he'll eat it for breakfast and give me a fifty. I'm hoping for option number one.

And a good grade.

Thanks, and letter/postcard writing will resume shortly. Namely, when the post office opens again on Monday. =)