My mom wanted to know which of my friends was smoking cigarettes in her bathroom, because there were ashes in the shower. (THE SHOWER. WHO THE FUCK STOOD IN THE SHOWER?) I told her I didn't know, but I was very, very sorry it happened. And she was like "s'okay, just tell your friends no smoking in my house!" SO I will pass that message on. xD

She was also surprised that 3 gallons of apple juice and all the other juices in the house were gone. :O We're thirsty kids. That's all. But she was very, very happy with how clean the house was. I still have to ask about claiming the basement as my own again, because goddammit I cleaned it out and rearranged everything and I deserve a place to chill with my friends because my room is too small to do it.


So Saddam was executed in Iraq. And John Barrowman got married. And life, as it will, goes on. I woke up this morning and everything was covered in a thick, gorgeous layer of white. The first considerable snowfall of this winter, and it made the world look pure.

Looks aren't everything, though.

Here's a leveler head than mine (with links, no less) on the Saddam thing. Because, honestly, I don't know shit about Middle Eastern politics, and I don't really try to.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I've been nonstop social for the past five days, more if I really think about it. I am staying the hell in all day long. I might try and dismantle this desk because the part that sticks out next to me is useless and broken anyway. And WRITE. I haven't been able to do that the whole time people have been here. And I have to watch two movies to make my 100 movies in 365 days complete.

I'm warm, I'm comfy, I am good to go. Today will be good. I know it.