"Hows does it feel, to be like you?

How can you hate the wayyyyyyyyyy you do?” – Colony 5 ….. Gotta love ‘em!

Skinny Puppy tickets go on sale Sunday for July 1st. Do I want Skinny Puppy tickets? I’m not sure. And while I’m on the subject of music, Fuk DNA for being 21+ and Fuk Informatik for playing at DNA. Only 362 more days, and I won’t care anymore.

I’ve really really got to study right now, Chemistry is begging for attention and I’m pulling a double tommorow. But I’m on this dastard computer anyway.

I finally hooked my T.V. back up to my computer, and so, finally been able to access the Complete 7 seasons of < > Star Trek the Next Generation. That’s right, I said Burnt! Thanks Blank DVD margins, instant savings, Video Droid, and the return policy at Best Buy, Ben and I were able to perpetrate some l33t Star Trek action. And Ben didn’t even need to keep the DVD burner. Life is good again. Season 2 however, isn’t. Season 2 of TNG is rediculous in a dumb way. Actually, maybe only the first few episodes are dumb, I can’t remember. But the last episode I watched worse than that drippy noise coming from the bathroom at 1am. Dr. Polaski should have been eaten by Armus, not Tasha Yar.

I also purchased an Air Purifier for whistles. So far it’s working, and my room has lost a large % of the ferret smell. How rockin is that!

Bahhghghghg…. I’d better go.