step 1: "i am a tool."

yeah, yeah. i admit it. i'm probably only doing this because i've always subconsciously wanted to be like the cool kids, and this seems to be the crazyfad-du-jour amoung the people i know.

this is me making whatever sound lemmings make. yar.

eh, but i do have a secondary motivation as well. with any luck, this might motivate me to resussitate my journal from last year, which was going great---until one day when i randomly just stopped. well, "try, try again," right? or isn't that something like the crap they used to feed us? who knows anymore. frankly, there are plenty of things they maliciously saturated our impressionable little minds with that i wish i could forget. but that's another therapy session for another time.

but if anyone actually finds within them sufficient courage, motivation, or (most likely) just plain old boredom to actually read about my various misadventures and hopefully get a decent laugh out of them occasionally (even if it is at my expense, i won't mind too much), well, here goes nothing.