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Ok, I’ll write an actual update. Just ‘cuz y’all are so special.

Wednesday was a good day. I got an offer to do a comic to go on the list (mentioned below) and came up with an idea that’ll lead to the second ever MysteriumHouse often-update series.

Then, at LBC youth, the youth leader was talkin’ ’bout some problems going on in the group… which in itself isn’t a good thing, but it lead to me staying after to talk with him, and I spent I think about an hour talking with Justin, Laura, and Chelsea. It was pretty fun, and better than just going home by, well, a lot. I didn’t have time to walk that night, but I did last night, so, eh, yeah, I’m keeping that up.

Anyways… next Friday I turn 18. Uh, yay! I think. So I’m gonna be legal, eh. So I need to register for selective service, eh. So I’m gonna be able to reserve my own hotel room for Mysterium now, eh. So my dad’s gonna start asking me to pick up cigarette for him, eh. So I’m gonna tell him no way, eh. Oh, and I’ll be able to vote, eh.

I feel old. Ish. Not that I really am, I’m not even into the third decade of my life yet, but, yeah. Hmm.

I never thought I’d say this… but it’s good to be fickle again. Definate step up, anyway.

Hmm. La de da de da. Doodadoodadoo…

Oh, loq’s having me come with him to this guy named Justin’s party. Not the one mentioned above, a different one. I hope it’s not dumb. I’m not in the mood for a dumb party. Not that I’ve ever been in the mood for a dumb party, or any party, but, eh.

I’ve had a cold since Tuesday. Not too bad, but annoying. I hate having to blow my nose every fifteen seconds.

Oh, if anyone knows of a free (legal) thingy to convert WMV files to not-WMV files without the quality going to modern day Riven… lemme know, eh?

In case y’all have been thinking RIUM+’s college instructors are all great and stuff, guess what? My American Government teacher sang us an Irish folk/whatever song last night. “The men behind the wire.” This is a guy with one of those funky voices (Like Mr. Inconceivable from Princess Bride, the bald neighbor guy from The Cosby Show) singing in an Irish accent. He started, and I didn’t understand a word of it, but the intercom went off with some announcement, so he restarted and I understood it… and… laughed. Quite a bit. Everyone else was looking down or trying to keep it at a smile… so I didn’t laugh -too- loud.

Ok, that’s an update. Disjointed? Yes. Informative? I d’no. Cohearant? Err. Well, it’s an update, and it’s longer than the last few, so, yeah.

MysteriumHouse now has a website!

And the masses rejoiced…