So.

I deleted Premeser, my level 60 tauren warrior, member of a rather psychotic guild in World of Warcraft. I've resolved to stay away from that game, because it is bad for me. I've basically been shaving of various parts of my life for the past nine or so months, and I guess I decided that I needed to figure out how to live again. Starting by shaving off that which eats up most of my time.

I think it was the right decision. My life is more interesting already. In fact, I seem to have had more conversations with my friends in the past two days than I have in the past new weeks! Things are looking up.

By the way, I went to the mall today. Crabtree Valley Mall, I think it's called, to buy a new battery for my newly injured car; I left the fog lights on yesterday afternoon (yeah, afternoon. only the next in a series of increasingly ridiculous accidents. I think I have earned the label "Bad Driver," as my poor Honda is dented on all four sides), and charging it only worked marginally well, so I stopped by the mall after school today to get a new one. The mechanics said it would take about an hour, so I just wandered around. Bought a book ("Blindness," by Jose Saragamo; I love it). Lounged on top of an empty parking deck and watched an approaching thunder storm. Tried not to feel very out of place because, quite frankly, I hadn't been to that mall in years.

Also, what is up with these thunder storms, eh? This is the third in two weeks. Look at the calendar, friends. It is January. It does not thunderstorm in January. There is no lightning. There are gloomy days, cold winds, and the occasional spat of snow. But lightning and driving rain? No, my darlings. This is not right. There is something askew with the world. I bet winter moved into Hell. Yes. That would make a certain amount of sense, wouldn't it.

In other news, I'm going to see "Brokeback Mountain" for the third time on Saturday with Hannah and the film club, including the illustrious Dr. Busonik. Seven o clock show. The Rialto. Get there early, because last time I went (one o clock matinee) it sold out. Boycott Winter Formal, my pets. Heartbreaking, soul crushing, beautiful, and moving love stories are better than nasty, hetero dances. If you wanna be emo, that is.

Apparently, I like that movie.