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So little to do, so much time, as Wonka put it. I feel as if I have so much to say, yet so little at the same time, which is a proper contradiction with which I'm not really sure how to deal.

I twisted my ankle, fell, and hurt my knees the other day. The ankle is more or less back up to par, but the knees are still a bit puffy and sore.

I'm currently working on a long "25 things about you" meme for facebook, though I'll probably post it here too when I'm done. I worry about being too personal on facebook, even if it is just for friends to see. I don't trust facebook as far as I can throw it. Neither do I want just everyone knowing every little personal detail, which is ironic as I would tell anyone who asked of me. Maybe it's more just putting so much of myself out there all out once. I've learned to wean people slowly into my personality; they can only handle so much personality at once, it would seem. :P

It's official, I've lost my mind.

You know you've lost it when you start making up raps, such as the following...

Hell-o
Look at this fell-ow
He ain't mell-ow
He quiverin' like a bowl of jell-o
In fact he yell-ow
I'ma play him up straight like cell-o


*headdesk*

I am so white right now...