Well, I haven't been here in a loooooong time.
That's bad.
I shall now insert all my lame excuses about being crazily busy and having no time to do anything whatsoever. Yes. Done with that though.
My gosh. I am again, shamelessly plugging, but if you EVER want to read ANYTHING, go and read the book named above. Good grief, it's one of the best books I've ever read. And I read prolifically. My mother says I inhale books. I do not.
But it's fantastic.
All about a boy who gets marooned on a lifeboat with a 450-pound *can't be bothered finding metric conversion* Bengal Tiger. And it's not as ridiculous as you might think. It's hilarious, to say the least. Though the beginning isn't the best part. Wade your way past that, and it's incredible.

And I demand that everyone see the new Indiana Jones movie. First Indy movie that I've seen, and I loved it. It's just like a Matthew Reilly novel, and if you can suspend your disbelief and just appreciate the story, then go watch it and enjoy. I nearly cracked a rib laughing at the prairie dogs in the beginning. I blame my cousin.

Also, we spent the better part of an evening bent over a pictionary board, overworking our pitiful amounts of grey matter in somewhat successful attempts to decipher each others drawings. One problem. I can't draw. Even my stick figures look strange. But, we still won. Siblings are almost telepathic. *Nods*

Oh, and I have the most amazing friends. I told her that I liked tiramisu, and the girl goes and makes a cake. For me. For no reason. She's brilliant. I love my friends. They're those people that you can't live without... the chocolate chips in the cookie of your life.

Last paragraph, I promise. Has there ever been something that you wanted so so so bad, and couldn't have? Gosh, this is eating me alive. Go and listen to the song. Yes, anyways, I shall make an effort to make journal posts more often. Most definitely.