The Good Old Days

Today in real life I BEGAN MY POKEMON JOURNEY. I--I got a Charmander and I named him Pyro in honour of my enabler and I've kicked Gary's ass twice so far--you know what, I'll just let today's Tweets speak for themselves.

>>I LEARNED EMBER... whatever that is. about 9 hours ago via txt

>>I CAPTURED A PIDGEY! WHY ON EARTH WAS THAT SO THRILLING about 8 hours ago via txt

>>The Pokemon Center's floor looks like a WAFFLE I'm hungry now about 8 hours ago via txt

>>I missed my bus stop because I was too busy trying to level up my Pokemon RATTATAS ARE TERRIBLE about 8 hours ago via txt

>>ARM CRAMP ARM CRAMP AAA about 7 hours ago via txt

>>So I called shotgun, right? When I caught a Pikachu I cried out 'yes' so loudly my mom swerved the car. I'm a tard. about 3 hours ago via txt

As you can see, it was a very productive day. I'm fairly confident about that midterm I took this afternoon. It's snowing up here again. And today marks the day Rem heads down to Oakland for the summer, so I wish her a safe journey and a quick internet connection as soon as her plane lands.

Today on the internets yet another LiveJournal entry. Like old coots in virtual rocking chairs, Tex and I became engaged in a discussion tonight about how good cartoons used to be when we were younger. We started with some obligatory awesomeness, then moved on to some football-headed kids, time-traveling samurai, hardcore 90s lulz, biologically improbable children, likeable furries, CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARE FUEL, how much chicks dig giant robots, and how they just plain don't make children's educational programming like they used to. There were many more links involved in the conversation, but I wouldn't want anyone reading along nostalgizzing (I AM SO FUCKIN' CLEVER) their pants anymoreso than what is warranted. Now, my fellow 90s kids, click around and revel in the nostalgia with me.

Today in fiction nothing got done, unfortunately. I was much too tired to write or read over anything by the time I finally got home. If only I could choose when and where to spend time sleeping without the adverse effects of doing so...I could be in control of a good third of my lifetime.