You ungrateful bastards.

So... nobody... likes the light on dark? It's universally reviled? It causes migranes and eye-pains to my friends and loved ones? Amber said it looked like a Xanga, which arguably the most painful thing I've ever been told, ever, forever. Seriously, I was this close to busting out the sad little greyscale again, after hearing that. Choking back sobs, I was! (Or, wasn't really. I should point that out, because for the next few weeks it might not be as obvious when I'm kidding and when I'm not. The standard rule of 'I'm always kidding' sort of got shot to hell in a basket full of hands.) Well. Maybe when I've feeling tip-top I'll switch the colors back to where they used to be... mybe. If you're good, and more importantly, if I'm good.

And now... that's it. Dull Monday. I finished the Journalism crap, and am, in fact, in Journalism right now (Because I'm a bad boy. Untamable), though eager to leave. Tonight: going to finish my resume and submit that to a few places back home over the upcoming week in hopes of landing that elusive summer job. Still fuming over the internship, but I'll come up with something to keep me busy.