I love Pinataland.

With lyrics like "I am the lord of my cow, on my cow I’ll come a’riding, making furrows underground, mountains will crumble and rivers will burn, as I make my way to the town"... how can I not love them?

I really need to start paying attention to lyrics when I first listen to a song, instead of the twentieth time I listen to it.

So I was planning to go to bed... whoops, an hour and a half ago. Hm. Oh well, I think my body would be confused if I suddenly started letting it have enough sleep.

Oh my gosh, that was Eliza Dushku in the DiCaprio/DeNiro movie. Crazy. I thought the sister looked familiar, kept thinking she was someone I should recognize, but couldn't figure out who.

Some people like telling bad news. Not sure why. Wanting to see a reaction? Feeling important because the news they're telling is important? I don't know.

I know how I feel about the shuttle explosion, but I don' t know how to word it... it makes me sad, and not just because people died. *shrug*