Damn Comcast *grumblecutmeofffromtheinternetforthreedaysgrumble*.  I was sure the absence of Internet would inevitably lead to my death, until I discovered the novel concept of a phone conversation.

Without the alternative form of communication, I slowly but surely would have gone insane.

Whatver, I hope everything's OK right now....Comcast damn well better not screw up my Internet connection ever again.  EVER.  Or I might just have to decapitate someone.

In other news, Twilight Concert was...interesting. PSHS was a lot better prepped than Vines has ever been, and Vines and Jasper did well for...Vines and Jasper.  Congrats to Whits and Royce for drum-majoring.

And today my parents turned out to be awesomer than I thought.  They aren't going to completely "sap [my]...soul away", as Brad so eloquently put it.  Hurray.  I just hope things stay this way, or get better.  Yeah. 

Bye now.