Well, I'm typing this on my new black keyboard, on my 1.8 gigahertz processor, 512 MB RAM, 48x read-write CD ROM and DVD drive, 128 MB video card, 80-gig hard drive new computer. Yowza! I've got a laser mouse, too. I'm still in Coquitlam (here till the 27th). Tonight Larissa and I are going Britpopping again. I have pictures of our trip to Milk and the Purple Onion on Monday. Clint drove us to Milk where we ran into Glen, this goth guy we knew in high school. We hung out and danced a bit. Sarah and Will were deejaying goth and industrial stuff. Then we went to the Purple Onion's britpop night, where we had to show two pieces of ID. Dumb. Joe Strummer had died the night before, so they played a lot of the Clash. The music there is more rock and Madchester than Luvafair, and the crowd is younger and more moddish and indierock. I like Luvafair better. Luvafair is more 80's and goth, and way less pretentious. It's closing down soon. Sadness.

I got some decent stuff for Christmas. Besides my computer, I got some really rad speakers for it, and some towels, napkins and placemats (all green), Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, gift certificates for Famous Players and Ikea, moccasin (sp?) slippers, undies, an electric toothbrush (my teeth are super clean!), smarties, and a framed family photo. I didn't get any money, so no Boxing Day shopping for me. Well, we went to Future Shop, but all I got was some blank CDs and a new phone splitter because the old one is falling apart and the cat likes to chew on it.

My mom and I are making lentil soup right now. Yum. And we made biscuits earlier. And my aunt sent me a recipe for these cheese-and-spinach square things. Cooking is enjoyable when I have the time to do it.

I've been on Celexa, an anti-depressant, for about a month now, and I've been feeling quite a lot better. I'm going to therapy regularly, and I have a really nice doctor. I sleep less, and I've lost about 7 pounds. I'm a little underweight, but I've been trying to eat more (certainly not punishment).

"Once More, With Feeling," the musical Buffy episode was on last night. I've seen it about four times now, and I'm starting to learn the words to the songs and stuff. BUFFY ROCKS. James Marsters (who plays Spike) is coming to a Sci-fi/Star Trek/Buffy convention in Seattle at the end of February. I kinda want to go. It makes me think of BiMonSciFiCon on the Simpsons. We'll see how I'm doing for money.

I could update on a lot more stuff, but it's mostly just trivial stuff I've been up to, or stuff that I don't necessarily want everyone to know about. So we'll end with sexxxy hottt pictures from Monday night.

This is Larissa and me at my parents' house, and a picture I took of myself.

Me and Clint rocking out in his car.

That's Clint, Larissa and me at my house, and then Glen and Clint outside Milk, the first bar we went to.

This the white sixties-ish belt I bought at Value Village, and my beloved sex bomb ankle boots. It's not the greatest angle, but hopefully you get the picture.

This is Larissa and me outside the doors of Milk.