I went on a shopping spree to Bed, Bath, and Beyond today for light bulbs. A few of the halogens had gone out in the apartment, and it was getting rather dark in here. I decided to go all out and, in addition, buy three of those corkscrew fluorescent lights that fit in the normal incandescent sockets for the tree lamp in my bedroom. Good lord, it's so white in here now. Like I'm in a hospital. It's really freaky... I had no clue what I was getting myself into. And not only that, but now all the other rooms look so yellow and orange and gross.

By the way, what the hell is the "Beyond" part supposed to be anyway? Those Toblerone bars at the checkout lines? I hope so, cause I bought one of the small ones. I was quite tempted by the large one, but I refuse to pay $8 for a candy bar.

I found a lump under the skin on the back of my neck a few days ago. It doesn't seem to be shrinking. It might be a lymph node. I hope so. I may have it checked out.

So, I finally had the time to take my PS2 in to get modded and guess what? "We don't perform mods on your version." Yes, we all know that version 1 is technically not as good as later ones, but I think these people were just jealous that I had one. Seriously... I could play PS2 games way before most people, and they just can't take the pressure of my gaming supremecy. Or something like that. Anyway, they wanted me to trade in my system for a pre-modded version 7 system, and pay them more money ($300) than it would cost to just install it on mine ($200). Funk dat! I went online and ordered a pre-modded system for the $300, but I don't hafta give in my old one neither. The new one's in the mail, and I expect it by the end of the week. Hopefully. So, now I'll have two PS2's, one univeral, and one not. Anybody want a PlayStation? Hm?

Now, here's some very wicktastic news: SomePoems is going Digest. For all those people who find it tedious to look at a superior-designed and -programmed website, I've made a scaled-down version of it on DiaryLand. It's really for a class, Expository Writing (which, my friend pointed out, unfortunately sounds a lot like "Suppository Writing"). Anyway, mostly everything on there is going to be stuff from on here, probably mingled with reactions to readings and whatnot. So there's no real reason for anyone to go visit it. Unless you're really dying to see the two new graphics I made especially for it: a variant of SP.com's version 2 logo spoofing "Reader's Digest" and a new outer glow FishCo. Web Designs logo. The address is somepoems.diaryland.com.

The rest of my schedule this semester currently includes Modernist Poetry, Poetic Forms II, and Internship: Teaching Poetry in the Schools. That last one sounds pretty sweet, n'est-ce pas? Well it does to me anyway.

Yes, well, I'm back... in New Jersey, just for a few days, and then it's back to Baltimore and back to school. Hawaii was loads of fun: we went on helicopter tours and snorkeling (my first time) and saw where they filmed Jurassic Park. And we saw whales and manta rays and spinner dolphins and more whales and some monk seals jest chillin' on the beach. And I got a tan. Hooray. All in all, it was certainly a very wicktastic trip.

And my parents bought another timeshare when we were in Kauai, for a week every other year. We plan to go back in 2005. I'm already excited.

In more practical news, SomePoems.com should experience a little downtime very soon, as I've transferred the domain to another registrar, but I'm not sure exactly when or exactly how much time it'll be down for. Eh. We'll see, I guess.

So, I'm Hawaii-ing in a few hours... getting myself geared up for an 11-hour direct flight. But then two weeks of blissful, wicktastic islands for me... Maui and Kauai... they're just fun to say. So much fun that I think I'll stay a week on each. Swiznak! I hear they have black sand beaches there. I've never seen one before, but I'll try not to discriminate against them when I do.

I had a great time this New Year's... went to a party at a friend of a friend's house, and we drank ourselves silly. Nothing beats a drunken snowball fight in the middle of the night. Or leaving drunken messages on my friend Patrick's voicemail. Or drunken drinking games. Or drunken drinking.

As you can probably see from the DaveCam, I've finally gotten another haircut and redyed it. A lighter shade of orange this time: Feria 73. But I found out something new at the tres chic hair "salon" in the mall... evidently, they make designer paste for hair. Move over Elmer's glue; now I can buy my paste in a salon. Total mindblow. It makes you think: what cheap craft product will some company pretentiously package next? Fashionable popsicle sticks? Diamond-encrusted pipe cleaners? Anyway... I bought one pump for $15.