Whew.

I'm in the mood for blogging, but have nothing to talk about.

That's basically how ALL of my blog posts originate.

Anyways.

My uncle pulled through for my birthday, and sent this in the mail:

I also have his 20$ gift card from Christmas. Because I NEVER buy books.

So 45 bucks at B&N? HECK YESSSSS!!!

I'm not sure if I should be ashamed or proud of this, but this was my dinner:

And I ate every last noodle. Took awhile, but I did.

And holy crap nobody is ever online anymore.

I found my camera chord. In other words: FINALLY.

Returning to photo editing is like re-finding that ONE friend you absolutely hate, but keep around anyways. But when they're gone you find you miss them. Alot.

(Don't worry. None of you reading this qualifies as that. But I DO have one of those. LOL.)

And I have to edit the stuff from memorial weekend still. AND vacation. In other words: HOLY CRAP. A LOT OF LONG NIGHTS.

That's not even counting all of the videos I've taken.

Oh dear god Samuel, I miss you.

(There's a HUGE story behind this, plus another HUGE story that has been added. That even Remi doesn't know about. ;D So I'll be making a video soon.)

Also, my mom is getting my dad an iPod nano for father's day.

(Since from now on we're driving to all of our vacations. Seriously.)

Why, you say? Stupid weakling.

My dad made us listen to the SAME TWO ALBUMS THE ENTIRE TRIP.

I love you dad, but 34 hours of the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and Dave Matthews Band?

There's only so much I can handle.

I mean, I'd like that music in other situations, but on the way back, I was singing EVERY SINGLE WORD to EVERY SINGLE FREAKING SONG ON THOSE TWO ALBUMS.

That is all.