Still Puzzled...

I really don't have anything to say, but I'm sitting here and bored as ill. Soo... write, I will. Doing laundry, including $16 of new [to me] threads I acquired at the discount mission in Wabash on the way home today. I'm stoked about my buys, I won't deny it. I do consider them a score.

David and Dad are watching The Two Towers extended edition, and Dave gets pissed at me every time I talk during it ["Jon, it's a special feature! C'mon!"]. So I'll sit tight. Dan's gone to Fort Weezy to watch his girl space friend play indoor soccer, and he took my car, the little player. Mom's already prepping T-Day breakfast. She's a trooper.

I'm basically just gon' sit by the phone until Nerecia inevitably calls [or will she?] after finally rolling in from Bloomington for the holiday. I got a voicemail from Jace a while ago. The Black Eyed Peas came up in his convo with a friend, and he thought of me. He thought I should know. I guess I feel cool. Jace is cool. The Black Eyed Peas are cool. V-mail is def cool.

I have so many issues of Relevant, Spin, Rolling Stone, CCM, and Entertainment Weekly to catch up on over break. I haven't seen Smallville in 4 or 5 weeks. I have no clue what's happened in the world of The West Wing or Ed. I dunno when I last read a book for fun, but I have a stack to sort through that has me salivating. Where does time go?

I suppose it goes to pounding away at an online journal. Huh. Whodathunkit.