... the one, the only, the amazing, the stupendous, the amazingly stupendous, the gregtastically greganomical lyrical gangsta' himself: Greg.

I've lived pretty much a whole day since the last time I posted, so I figured I'd post again in an attempt to make up for not posting for a twentyonight... or something...

My ankle feels a lot better. Earlier today, it felt sort of like there was a rock in my ankle. I think it was some kind of pressure buildup caused by all the twisting and falling. Anyway, as I was walking around, it would crack with every step I took, and every time, it hurt a little less. Now, what's really gonna bake your noodle is the fact that the hurt ankle was my wierd ankle that cracks with every step I take anyway. So I wonder, did my ankle's little defect actually help in the healing process? I say yes, because I like to think that I put up with it craking all the time all those years for some reason.

Okay, so I was cooking some Hot Pockets a little while ago, and I noticed that the box said, "This product must be cooked prior to eating." I submit this to you as one of the warnings / directions that absolutely should not exist. Have any of you ever in your lives looked at a frozen Hot Pocket and thought that you should, nay, could eat it before cooking it? Why, one should even be able to infer from its name, Hot Pockets, that something should be done to raise the temperature of the thing. Morons are ruining the world...

Speaking of morons... (Baddum-CHING) my sister, Courtney, and her cousin are in for the weekend. My sister (Step-sister if you want to be picky) and her cousin are twelve and thirteen year old girls, respectively. Now normally, I can put up with them, but today, they became unbearable. After playing around on my computer for a while, Courtney came to me and asked, "Can we download some good music on your computer?" After stifling my initial reaction of, "Harpie! How dare you!" I came in here to look at what they'd played: 50 Cent's In Da Club, some tune by Missy Elliott, and Cake's I Will Survive. I said, "Sure, do whatever." When I came back to look at what they'd started downloading, I found a bunch of songs by Tim McGraw, Kenny Chesney, and Faith Hill. While that isn't as bad as it could have been, it's still crap. Of course, they're hardly teens. They'll grow into real music eventually.

I've been looking for a reason to do this for a while, and I suppose in light of being acused of not having any good music, I've got one. In fact, I want everyone to do this, because I think it could be neat. Right click the Open button in Winamp, and select Open Directory. Highlight the highest folder you have with music, and select "Recurse subdirectories," then click OK. You're almost done. Now, go to your playlist, and click, "Misc Options," (The button on the far left, if your skin is wierd), click it again, then click, "Generate HTML playlist." I've done it, and edited it a bit. Mine's grouped by folder, so it's easier to read, and I put links so it's, well, easier to read. You should put yours up, too. Or at least send them to me so I can put them up. Maybe I'll make an archive! Whee!

Anyway, all the songs on my computer are listed right here.

Well, it's late, and I spent a long time working on that playlist. I'm going to bed.

Later.