I hate it when being tired screws around with my emotions...I keep kind of flailing between being really twitchy, and being on the verge of crying over entirely insignificant things. Which means that I will probably be going to bed after posting this, or at least tracking down my calligraphy pens and seeing how much I remember, while laying in bed. I was waiting up for a Certain Someone, but I've been waiting for the last two and a half hours, so I don't think she's coming back anytime soon.

Anyway. Aside from the lack of sleep, weekend was fun. We went and saw Constantine, which I went into with no expectations whatsoever, and thus enjoyed immensely. There was Keanu Reeves, people with wings, and things blowing up and being cool. This was enough for me. And we made cookies, which hopefully other people didn't eat without me *glare*.

Also, Framingham is going to suck to do the driver's test in, and I can beat my bastard son at DDR. Winz.

EDIT: I can't find my calligraphy pens. Boo. *wanders off to sleep*