UPDATE:

Yep. Well, we didn't present my new script today either. Because my professor is evil, and felt the need to teach us about à and de. Again.

Goif.

And in other news, Pink Floyd's song Time. I used to hate it with a passion, but for some reason, I'm really starting to like it (though Comfortably Numb and Us and Them still trump it nicely). One of these days I should go out and get Dark Side of the Moon. And The Wall. I don't care if The Wall is lame. I like it, bitches. I also ought to pick up Wish you Were Here and Animals. Hell, Pink Floyd rocked in the 70s--after Syd Barrett left and before Roger Waters did.

For Halloween, I'm thinking of being Goatman. Creative, yes? All I need is a good mask and good horns and good hooves. And perhaps even some white body paint. Man, that would be so hawt.

Oh, and I figure that while I'm feeling crazy (French does this to a fellow), I'll make a rather impromptu declaration. I, ladies and gentlemen, am a furry. This can't surprise you too much if you know what a furry is and if you've been around me for more than five minutes. If you don't know what a furry is, here are some excerpts of definitions extracted from the Urban Dictionary:

Possibly the strangest sub-culture in all of geekdom. Furries range from being harmless fans fascinated by anthropomorphic characters and animals, to immensely withdrawn or self-abosrbed persons who actually believe, or want to believe, they're eagle-winged fox-like versions of themselves with giant genitalia who wouldn't dare be anything else that could be considered mundane. Furries defy any coventional or unifying definition.

The above is actually the harshest definition that you can find on the first page of entries (Urban Dictionary carries 37 for "furry"), but I think it hits it about right. I don't quite envision myself as an eagle-winged-fox with giant genitalia, but I can't really say I'm merely "fascinated" by anthropomorphic animals (you know, animals that walk and talk and such). Really, what furry means to me is damn near impossible to define, but there's more to it than meets the eye.

For one, I don't really believe I'm a goat. I'm clearly not. Nor would I be able to actually communicate with any goat I met better than the average fellow. I guess I sort of draw similarities between goats and myself and also just generally feel goaty. And I haven't always felt this way; I mean, it was only relatively recently that I really identified myself as a furry in general, and even more recently that I identified myself as a goat. But even after the eighteen months or so, I still can't properly define it--not even for myself.

And that's the best I can put out, really. It's not like it's a dominating personality trait. I just talk about goats. A lot.

But yeah. Just thought I'd say that, partly because I felt it needed to be clarified, and partly because--sadly enough--this entry needed something to weigh it down a bit. I really hate it when my thoughts and feelings of the day aren't enough to accomplish that.

So anyways, goat power and hasta la byebye, folks.