The Saga Begins... For the Umpteenth Time

Guess who's got a new LJ? Here, I get to bitch about life, fandom, and the world's severe lack of matching socks. Scared off yet? You should be.

As it stands, this is my (counts) fourth try at keeping an online diary. Here's to hoping I'll keep it up and not slack off this time around. I'll try to start off on the right foot by making this an actual entry, rather than a fairly useless piece of intro fluff.

So, here is the downbeat on this weekend so far: It's rainy, dark and yucky, and I don't want to do my lab report for Environmental Science. On the brighter side of things, I got to go to Harvard Square yesterday, and visit the Tokyo Kid. They didn't have discs 3 and 4 of Yami no Matsuei, but the salesclerk said they could order 'em for me, if I just left my name and phone number. I don't know if this is the store's standard procedure or not, but it took a lot of valiant resistance on my part not to glomp him then and there.

Welcome to the North Pole

This just in: My house is freeezing! I'm all wrapped up in a fleece vest, with a cat in my lap, and the thermostat turned up for the first time this year, and I still can't feel my feet. Somehow, I don't see this as a good thing.