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I'll be sure to tell the bastard off the next time I get a good look at him. Sigh is right. To make things more interesting, though, I didn't sleep the night before, so I spent most of the day applying all of my considerable cunning toward not seeming like I'm drowsing.

Ooh, very nicely done. I wish I could quote with such adroitness. And, as I once heard a wise man say, "I wish I could quote with such adroitness."

You're practically begging me to change my avatar to a van advertising free candy.

...Upon investigation, my kindle has the smell of citrus... I am confused, but pleased. Also, I only betray them because they are dying anyway. I accepted it when pretty much every bookstore in the state shut down.

I don't really have a mood that makes me want to talk to people. Since I still attend school, I'm usually surrounded by way more people than I could possibly want to be. The summer is the only period of isolation I have, and my only complaint is that I'm not isolated long enough.

*Cowers* B-but hey, look at this nifty e-ink display! You can read ridiculous amounts of illegally downloaded books even in direct sunlight!

I thought I was the same. So, in efforts to be more adaptable, I have a confession to make. I... ... I bought a kindle.

Indeed I have read Fahrenheit 451, and it's given me nightmares. Also, yes, e-readers are way cheaper, not only because tons of books are free, but because even if you're purchasing a book, the e-book is usually one quarter the price of a physical copy.

Ooh, I've got one! I've got an irrational hate for e-readers and e-books. I don't know why I prefer printed works when they're more expensive to buy and make, as well as being much heavier and larger, but the idea of e-books becoming prevalent and driving print to nonexistence terrifies me. Have...

What is this "lol" phenomenon you speak of?

Potentially. I've rather lost my appetite as of late, so I can't properly enjoy it. But, anyway... Uh... ...I've decided I'm not particularly gifted regarding this whole "talking" concept.

That seems pretty nice. I have two questions, though, and they are as follows: 1.) Are the games good? 2.) Is the coat hideous?

Not much of note. My relatives don't know me well, so they don't know what I like. This means that they usually just end up giving me cash, which is fine by me. I did get a nice bottle of sriracha, though. How about you?

Merry Boxing Day to you as well, although the US celebrates no such thing. (A shame, if you ask me.)

Hey, I'm not actually going to help in any way, but I'm just gonna agree that world domination is a good idea. Once one of you actually goes through with it, I demand at least a barony in your world empire. ...That is all.

...Do I even have to say it?

...Well, I'm good at this. *googles* I most definitely knew what a type five with a fourth wing was five seconds ago. Yessiree Bob, I did.

Uh... Closed-off? Withdrawn? Damn, online thesauruses don't work for long descriptions...

I read Inkheart a couple of years ago, actually. (Inkdeath is the third in the series, correct?) I quite liked it. I never got around to reading the rest of the series, though. I'll try to get around to that. I don't recall much of the series, so I'll reread the first as well, but I do recall...

Oh snap. So, read any good books recently?

Huzzah! I shall now let the reggae and hippie stank flow freely.

Though my hair is rather longer than average for males of my age, I pay it no special attention, either. (I suppose that's a bit more expected on my side of things, though, eh?)

It would've been nice, but alas, my mother seems hellbent on keeping me from having a more interesting color of hair. (...Doesn't come up very often, but still.) I had very red hair when I was younger. I wasn't a fan.

In honor of our laziness, may we continue to do nothing. In unrelated news, I wanted to dye my hair blue, but my mom won't allow me. It's rather disappointing.

Nope, and I doubt that I will. I'm not one for "doing things", you see. Much better to laze about. Do you?

Aww, but that's no fun...

Me, addicted? Nonse--*crunch munch*--nse. Wishlists tend to make me feel bad, because I just see pages of things that I probably won't get. (Gee, that wasn't overly materialistic in the slightest.)

They are, as indicated by the crumbs in my bed. So bothersome.

Chip, as in potato chip. I do believe that in some parts of the English-speaking world, they're known as "crisps". [SPOILER]

Ooh, goody. It's always nice to avert Armageddon. So, since things still exist... Would you like a chip?

15 hours a week, you say? Well, I'd use all of that extra time to become really good at playing the accordion, and then I would play said accordion on the streets for some extra money. I'd squander all proceeds from this hypothetical accordion on books.

It's greater than I could possibly have imagined! *Swoons in a manly-man, macho fashion.* *Universe implodes because an event that is, by nature, contradictory, has occurred.

Tell me: Will I ever be able to grow that sexy, sexy beard?

Bah humbug! (Oh yeah, getting into the holiday spirit.)

Phooey. Things are no fun unless you make fun of somebody at every given opportunity!

I am unfortunately unable to do steps 1 and 3, due to lack of funding and lack of knowledge, respectively.

As do mine, although I do think it would be cool to be able to wear a hat and know that I made it. Actually, what would be really cool is if I had the ability to wear a hat without looking like an idiot. Oh, well.

I should be writing a political profile for Honors Government, and I should've had my review of literature in Honors Science turned in a couple of days ago. Ah, procrastination.

If so, it goes equally unknown to me. Such a shame that the world will never get to experience the great crafts of Stoic Beverage, the Master of Knitting.

Thanks! One less year until X, where X is an event which changes based on your current level of pessimism.

You're psychic, so you would obviously know already. However, for the sake of whatever sick and twisted goal you must be working towards by asking me that, I'll comply. I, unfortunately, am not.

O.o Dealing with a psychic, am I.

To that statement, I would like to issue a hearty facepalm.

I... I think I'm blushing. :D

As ever, hence the name.

Heh. I'm supposed to get snowfall tomorrow. Golly gee, I can't wait.

Hah! I maintain no notion of any such silly thing.

What's to stop you from quitting, say, now?

Then you've picked up on my extreme laziness in all things. To be honest, I'd be complaining if I had a job, too. That's just how I am. What's wrong with your current job?

Ow. That's not very nice.