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My head thinks it's going to order me around, and make me go to bed, but it's got another thing coming! You hear that, head? I laugh at your pitiful attempts! I spit on this "migraine"! *spits* See?

Hee. Okay, I'm nuts. Every once in a while, though, I just get so sick of giving into my headaches and lying down and all, that I just want to rebel and say to Hell with it. Like, "fuck you, head! You didn't bother me enough already today? Those three excedrin weren't enough for you? Kiss my white, flabby ass! I'm staying up! That's right! If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!" Heh, like I have to show the head who's boss here, you know.

Stupid head. Stupid trolls and their stupid conspiricies. I have told you all about the trolls, haven't I? I used to have this joke with a friend of mine about trolls (although they were more like little gnome dudes, but we called them trolls) who lived in our bodies and conspired with our various organs and body parts to try and like bring us to ruin, basically. They wear lederhozen, smoke cigars, and yodel occasionally, as well. They get together and have little meetings, discussing how much they hate me, and which organs they still have to convince to get in on the mission.

Heeeee. Okay, that still makes me laugh. I mean, come on! Gnomes! In your body! And they have pointer sticks! All right, whatever, guess you had to be there. Heh.

( Speaking of the trolls, they have totally gotten the hair on their side. )

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I really need to get on making some new icons, yo. Well, getting the pictures and sending them to dosidella so that she can make them, anyway. Hee. I have so many random little things I need to do, it seems. I still need to finish Jenna San's Birthday cartoon, other stuff that's too boring to list, a picture I started like four years ago for my sister but never finished, and Joe's damned fly fishing painting. And cleaning my room, and calling my doctor's office to figure out what they meant by this message they left with my Mom, and blah blah boring-cakes. Heh, I love how I act like that's so much to do.

I made more progress on the Rachael-vich family tree (heh, Rachael-vich. That was one of my nicknames with people, senior year. Everyone, including me, was [name]-vich.). I hit a road block, though. Wrote down everything I could about my Granddad's Mother's family (back to the 1700s), but I can't find barely anything on his Dad's family. Except the town in Georgia thing. Heh. Which most likely has nothing to do with us, because I guess our last name isn't that uncommon. But still, I get a kick out of it. Other than that, all I found was the Social Security Death Index thingie for my Great Grandpa. That's it, though. Annoying! There might be more, because these sites would be like "such and such amount of matches. . .400 in Newspapers articles. . .blah blah blah" but you have to be a paid member to access those parts of the sites. Bitches.

( Work tonight was good. )