My Gmail address is so lame. When I created it, I had just finished reading The Dark Tower, hence the number nineteen. But it gets tiring, typing that whole damn address out. And, looking at it now, it sounds way whiny and emo. Meh.

Speaking of random things: My dad finished Lisa Mazda‘s brakes yesterday and told me to keep checking the brake fluid, ’cause I might be leaking it. Sadly enough, I’m not sure where the brake fluid is. If I’m right, it’s leaking. If I’m wrong, I need to figure out what the stuff that I was looking at is. Yeah.

There was an actual point to this post, but I’m not exactly sure what that was.

Those pics of my awesome red hair are on their way. I just can’t seem to get the lighting right. It’s hard work, taking pictures of yourself. (;