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The cowboy bebop OST is s**t-hot. Packed full of musical goodness, I keep finding favorite tracks. Very quality.

My AX plans are getting delayed again. Rent took a nice chunk out of my cash flow, so now I've got to wait until the next paycheck to buy my damn tickets. I am going, even if hell itself rises up to stop me. Sorry, ********, but I need my dose of geekdom, my taste of succulent mod girlflesh, my injection of Administrator meeting, and the general havok I'm going to create amongst the anime club.

General notes-

Smoking "Black Death" cigarettes with a taste of bitter irony. Now if only they were filterless. Coolest pack I've seen, though. Beats "go to hell" by a landslide.

Must remember to bring my "life is a b***h then you die" mug on the trip. Pretty much my whole outlook, summed up in 12oz of caffinated glory, with an odd shape.

I update this thing too much, yet people seem to like reading it. You're feeding my addiction, you rat bastards.

Interesting quandry.. Would dyeing my hair a dark shade of crimson and looking generally angry cause me to blend in at the con, or stick out? I'm not sure what i'm going for. Perhaps I'll overturn tables and scream about moneychangers in the temple.

Must get drunk with the mods/admins. It's like, a requirement.

Must avoid family in Cali.

Need to start training again. Never know when I'm going to get another chance to beat a cosplayer with a giant foam noodle.

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Happiness is just a word to me
And it might have meant a thing or two
If I'd known the difference

Emptiness, a lonely parody
And my life, another smokin' gun
A sign of my indifference

Always keepin' safe inside
Where no one ever had a chance
To penetrate a break in

Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in

Kept my cool under lock and key
And I never shed a tear
Another sign of my condidtion

Fear of love or bitter vanity
That kept me on the run
The main events at my confession

I kept a chain upon my door
That would shake the shame of Cain
Into a blind submission

The burning ghost without a name
Was calling all the same
But I wouldn't listen

The longer I'd stall
The further I'd crawl
The further I'd crawl
The harder I'd fall
I was crawlin' into the fire

The more that I saw
The further I'd fall
The further I'd fall
The lower I'd crawl
I kept fallin' into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire

Suddenly it occurred to me
The reason for the run and hide
Had totaled my existnce

Everything left on the other side
Could never be much worse that this
But could I go the distance

I faced the door and all my shame
Tearin' off each piece of chain
Until they all were broken

But no matter how I tried
The other side was licked so tight
That door it wouldn't open

Gave it all that I got
And started to knock
Shouted for someone
To open the lock
I just gotta get through the door

And the more that I knocked
The hotter I got
The hotter I got
The harder I'd knock
I just gotta break through the door

Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Break through the door