This peacefulness thing is hard. Because I want to punch people in the face. :D

Anyhow. I helped my mom cook dinner tonight and discovered that yes, I can fuck anything up simply by being involved in its production, because it's hard to make chicken marsala bad but it wasn't very good. Add that to my already unhappy stomach, and... yeah.

I think I might make a different journal to keep track of this thing. Which is stupid, because I can never maintain other journals when I make them, but it might be better than going on and on about something no one cares about... wait, that's my journal in a sentence. Nevermind then. I might make a filter, though.

Would anyone like a hat? I have come to the conclusion that a) I have too many hats and b) I would rather send them to my friends than throw them out or give them to the thrift store. So, speak up if you'd like one. They're all clean and in good condition, I promise.

Mrrrg. Feeling decidedly unpeaceful. Two and a half hours until Prison Break and I feel like a jerk for not really wanting to watch it with my friends, but: rather be a loner than a bitch. Although I can do both at once. I don't know. More cleaning, more something.... I need to throw out like half the stuff I own and never use. Boxes and boxes and boxes of books I hate to part with but will never read again. Clothes that I may or may not ever fit again. Who knows.