"It's not rape if you yell 'Surprise!'"
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Haha, it's not rape if you yell 'Happy Birthday!'"
"Hahaha ... wait ... what?"
"Does that count?"
"So, like, if I hear somebody screaming, 'IT'S NOT MY BIRTHDAY!' I should call the cops?"

Yes. Yes you should.

So, I'm leaving for the Philippines tomorrow night. I have no idea whether or not they have a computer (or Internet) where I'm going. Not that I update this terribly often anyway. But, you know.

I've been playing Scribblenauts all day. Some of the levels are ridiculously hard. I used a dragon to solve one of my problems ... video games these days ... when the inevitable zombie apocalypse hits, I'm gonna be shaking my gun above my head, wondering why the punch function isn't working, scribbling the word "DRAGON" on scraps of paper because it'll solve all my problems. Terrible. Terrible, terrible, terrible.

I don't really want to go on this vacation. Two weeks away from my family and friends is one thing - but this is Christmas and New Years. REALLY? Come on. The only reason I agreed to go is because I thought my cousins were going. They backed out, and it's too late for me to back out now (obviously). This all sort of sucks.

I left off on a bad note with a friend of mine, but I'm hoping I can go talk to him tonight. I was pissed at him because he didn't talk to me yesterday, which was supposed to be the last day I could see him before I left. Long story. Anyway, I feel bad about it.

I made my friend a Christmas/New years' card because she got me something and I wanted to give her something back. I wasn't great, but you know, it had paint on it ... which makes everything better. (wow-its-me)

Hey, Amy, I also made you a card, but I never got the chance to give it to you. Sorry 'bout that. You'll get it in January.

I guess that's it. See you later, Canada.