I hate waking up early and thus having to drink coffee and thus being unnaturally present in spirit and talkative to random people, because once I get home, I inevitably feel like I have said a dozen tiny wrong things and then must think about them for a long, useless time.
That's what happened today, but I am home now, and am looking forward to Aaron getting home from work so we can continue Season 3 of the X files a bit, before I have to go to a friend's place and have her teach me how to read EKGs.

Lately I have been thinking a lot about Bully, this PS2 game I played two years back. It's wierd how much this game means to me--I first played it during my first year here, and I spent hours on it wishing I could live in the little town that the game takes place in and just ride my bike around and do tricks (which of course was quite easy in the game) and collect blue rubber bands. And I was enamored with my character, who I painstakingly customized. This is what he looked like:



And incidentally, this or a version of this has been what I've been wearing for the past 2 weeks.



I call it my teamster outfit. And when I want to channel my character especially, I wear a green sweater that is quite like the one he has on in the pic. If I could do a 'hawk and dye the tips red too, I would.