Just updating for the sake of updates (not to mislead anyone into thinking there would be something substantial on here), but I figure it's due time for news relations.
       Christmas time was well and good (I just realized I forsook the chance to use "Merry" to describe something, when it can only be used so rarely TOO LATE NOW), received 3 wonderful t-shirts depicting Dinosaur Comics' T-Rex, Tiny Tim, and a classic Married to the Sea ("I hate voting"). I surprise myself to say that the Tiny Tim one is my favorite of the bunch, mostly for how jarring any image of Tiny Tim is (and this one is particularly jarring). It features the aforementioned singer/ukeleist (I've said "Tiny Tim" 3 times now, it'd be awkward to continue with any proper noun, much less "Tiny Tim" (5 times)) mid-song, hooked nose at an angle as to allow a recoginition of it's hookedness, plaid shirt conveying a grungey, average-man senitment that is totally nonexistent, all in the starkest black-and-white possible. Sadly, though I found it great, no one else commented without my cueing (sad that I felt the need to point out my Tiny Tim shirt), and its only real reward for wearing was getting "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" and "Having a Wonderful Time" stuck in my head all day (and what a day it was!).
      And in addition to t-shirts, I also received The Communist Manifesto, which hopefully will not transform me into a non-ironic wearer of CCCP t-shirts (rather than the wearer who just likes how awesome it looks). I've only read the first few pages of Engels preface, and there are already some wonderful phrases; one of my favorites being "Parisian insurrection". Not that I find it humorous, it's just a nice combination of words. (and here's where the update promptly, awkwardly ends)

Currently Listening I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being The Master By Electric Six McDonellllzz see related

late night update madness!

In the delirium of non-sleep (the state of) I'm updating for the first time in forever

CHANGES/HAPPENINGS THAT COME TO MIND:
Haircut! Far shorter than one would expect as well; the only thing I enjoyed more than the look of shock upon the first notice of it was walking like a ghost through the school hallways, as few people recognized me immediately. Description wise, it's the haircut one would see atop a cute, Eurotrash head (not calling myself cute/Eurotrash). The fact that my sister's boyfriend was the impromptu barber only adds to my affection for it (and its slightly affected nature) (picture of it kind of)

Electric Six concert! "Totally rocking" does not even come close to the level of rocking I wish to convey (If only Nabokov were here to help me as truly his talents could go to no better use ("The rocking rolled over myself and the attendants in something that could not (shoud not) be called a wave; no it was rather like an avalanche, a mudslide-- a gritty something that dirtied us all and, though knocking us down, was the conceiver of the transcendental rebound to come.")) My ear plugs were used for the second opening act solely: an LA based band that wished to be Southern, and whose efforts were laughable (and my laughs were copious and unabashed).  The sole highlight was when their guitarist feigned a fit of passion and rammed himself into the amp, thusly disconnecting his guitar. Rather than plugging it back in he simply, calmly, walked off the stage to get a drink. The next few "What?" filled days were filled with partial regret (to match my partial deafness).

Am I the only one who uses the phrase, "sleepykins" to refer to tired people? Either way...I'm sleepykins. More tomorrow.

*edit* apparently not "more tomorrow" but more soon enough anyway. Though the only thing I have to add is how I like that exclamation points have taken the place of colons in the preceding paragraphs. Maybe more later?