Okay, so the scribble server went back up just when my mind got zapped my mother's never-ending nagging. Doink.

And even before the server went down, I just never updated, because really there was no sense in updating. Or in other words, no sense on being on the Net mindlessly surfing when Alan was with me. Can you say the word, fate? I ain't no believer...but things just happen.
Thanksgiving weekend was great though although my parents choked it toward the end. Yet...it was funny how I battled with them using the example of my aunt almost eloping with a movie star more than twenty-five years ago. That is a family secret or perhaps to my grandparents, family shame. :D

I like getting F's in Pump It Up by the way. A "F" has more straight lines than an "A". More rationality than a "B" and a "C". And most of all "F" comes after "D" yet before "J". Yet still after being instilled with days of pump and minutes of watching DDR, I can see how people can get addicted yet I cannot ever see myself jumping constantly (and randomly) on blinking arrows.

I suppose I get too emotional sometimes. It reminds me of Sherman's sn which translated means Mr. Emotional. I might as well change mine. However, just remembering those little sweet moments with Alan all last weekend make me smile all over again. :)

Most of all, this is the first time I am really thankful.