A Post For Wikipedia

Okay, my last attempt didn't epically fail and I am still quite bored. The cigarettes didn't particularly aid my situation. I'm in a better mood now though. Thank God. Glee's mood seems to be improving for now. However, if it takes a turn for the worse, I'm gonna have to listen to, like, High School Musical. There is nothing happier than a movie about high school students who have never experienced a single discomfort. Oh, I'm sorry, the lost a basketball game once, didn't they? No? Oh, well, there. Case and point.
Like I said, I'm feelin' exponentially (exaggeration) better. I'm Wikipediaing. An interesting enough pastime. I always finish somewhere miles away from where I began. This time, I began at Carucage, today's featured article, and at this point, I've arrived at the Surgeon General. Good times.
So, I'm thinking about getting a tattoo next week. I don't know what I want. I have two tattoos and I didn't preconceive either of them. Then again, one is in memory of a deceased friend that I got while as high as a kite when I was fifteen. The other is a deformed figure that was supposed to be an angel. I procured that tattoo in my friend, Kendra's, basement at two o'clock in the morning. She pulled out a pen, a pin, a spool of thread, and a bottle of Indian ink and I knew I was in for a good night. In any case, I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. I'm not thinking about what to get, simply whether or not I want to put up the cash for it.
An update on my Wikipedian adventure: Alaska.
The French couple who reside across the street from my house are having a party. There are nine cars in their driveway, excluding the two belonging to them. Their enthusiastic French friends go outside to smoke cigarettes and speak LOUDLY every ten minutes or so. Their smoke breaks seem to synchronize with mine rather nicely. So the quiet of the suburban night is being LOUDLY interrupted. Meh, they have friends, who am I to playa-hate?
I'm gonna go attempt to translate their conversation. Perhaps I'll find some entertainment. I do know three or four French words, after all. And fragmented conversation is sometimes an improvement on the conversation around my neck of the woods.

-1991kmh