Procrastinating again...

I caved and got a paid journal, just because I liked the look of this layout. And I'm a sucker for user icons. Also, I have my driver's license back, which makes me full of happy. My mother stole my parking spot (and it is MY parking spot - she usually makes me park there so if the dog scratches a car up, it's going to be mine and not hers) because I took the time to shovel it out. So now I'm up the side of a snowy hill, where Mommy Dearest should have parked and I BETTER be able to get out tomorrow. It's not like she has anywhere to go. But no. I'm a little sick of being the insignificant part of this household. Being the most stable person in the room sucks.

I did the comic-clerk thing yesterday, so I have comics to read. Because I can't keep my sticky fingers out of the fifty cent bin. I really have to unload some of these bad boys. My comic books are eating my room alive.