And I'll catch you later.

• Bulleted lists, ahoy.
  
  
• I'm still online but I'm just not creative enough for Livejournal any more. That said, I've moved to less sophisticated lands. I've taken up residence in the Facebook suburb of Social Networking City. Anybody else have it?
  
  
• Been to two concerts since this thing was last updated. Got to see Red, Seether, Breaking Benjamin and Three Days Grace. That was on Halloween. Ended up a guitar pick tossed into the crowd from Breaking Benjamin's lead singer (who was dressed as Superman), and ended up with two guitar picks and a set list from Three Days Grace. The other concert was Through The Eyes of the Dead, Haste The Day, All That Remains and As I Lay Dying. Couldn't quite move my neck for a few days after that one.
  
  
• Guitar's fixed, but I still suck at it ... luckily, I've discovered Rock Band and have moderate success with that.
  
  
• No idea how to feel about House this season. It needs more Vicodin.
  
  
• Starting to go the gym, but only because I found a coupon. How lame is that?
  
  
• I grew a beard, sort of.
  
  
• It's official: college in January. Classes are scheduled and books are ordered.
  
  
• Selling my dad's for him. Anyone need a handicap-accessible vehicle?
  
  
• My boss, "Joey, I see a lot of [wasted] potential in you." My take on it.
  
  
• It's December all ready? JESUS CHRIST...mas.
  
  
• I like-a do da cha-cha.

• The word of the day is pro·jec·tion (n): Psychology: the tendency to ascribe to another person feelings, thoughts, or attitudes present in oneself, or to regard external reality as embodying such feelings, thoughts, etc., in some way. Astrologists may argue that bad moods are a product of the full moon (which it is tonight, amazingly). I'll argue that this is a product of I-don't-care-but-people-need-to-remove-the-stick-now-please-and-thanks.
  
  
• Speaking of the full moon ... When the moon is as bright as it is tonight, headlights are pointless.
  
  
• Mom was sent to a diabetes specialist because her diabetes is out of control. She went for a month and that improved her health dramatically, but then she stopped going because her counselor was "telling her what to do." ... duh.
  
  
• I'm fixing my electric guitar in the next couple of days. Someone call my neighbors and warn them.
  
  
• So, I found this website that allows you to publish your written works and you'll earn money on it as you get more and more views. People used to tell me that my work had tremendous value. Finally, I agree. My work is worth seventeen cents.
  
  
• Went to Chicago the other day. Went to the Shedd Aquarium and stared at the penguins for hours and hours, and then took a water taxi to Union Pier, and then danced in a fountain, and then took a free trolley to Michigan Avenue where I checked my e-mail via an iPhone at the Apple Store, and then went to Giordano's pizza where we got a stuffed pizza (and ate until we were stuffed, duh), and then went to Millennium Park where we danced in another fountain.
  
  
• The building at 666 Michigan Avenue is closed (because God hates that building).
  
  
• The White Stripes concert was canceled and I was sad. That is, until I decided to go to Six Flags instead. This post was brought to you by the number six.

• When it's nice out, I like to drive around with all the windows down and hang my left arm out the window. Thanks to this process, one arm is noticeably more tan than the other. The only practical solution to evening out my tan is this: move to England where they drive on the other side of the road.
  
  
• Last Sunday was my last day at Burger King. I was "let go" from my other job (the financial advisory firm) on Thursday. I had asked for reduced hours so I could work more at the hotel and collect benefits. Well, they decided to remove me from their roster instead. Not exactly what I meant by "reducing my hours," but I digress. The hotel will be my only job for a month or so, just to see how well it covers my bills and such. If necessary, I'll hunt for another job in September. The new job is going remarkably well. People tell me I'm doing somewhere between "really well" and "amazingly well." Good news.
  
  
• I have to be up in about 6 and a half hours to catch a train to Chicago.
  
  
• While driving home tonight, a bunch of raccoons ran across the road. I swerved to miss them but ended up clipping the one that had been acting as the caboose. Man, do I ever feel guilty about it. Part of me wishes that I had hit it head on and killed it instantly. The way I hit it, it was probably just injured. Ugh.
  
  
• Today was my birthday. My mom simply told me, "Your fifty dollars is on the counter." Her boyfriend didn't get me squat, which is perfectly fine. Being 19 is fairly unremarkable.
  
  
• I checked in a lady at the hotel today, who mentioned had turned 71 the same day. We celebrated our birthdays together. He group of six friends mutually sang us Happy Birthday at the front desk. How cool is that?
  
  
• Another lady had to switch rooms today because she needed a fridge. "I need to keep my breast milk cooled!"
  
  
• According to MSNBC, friends cause obesity and senior citizens are having clinics preaching their risk of AIDS. True stories.