I've decided that Squall hates me, either that or he's got some kind of virus that makes him disagreeable. (I wonder if computers can get swine flu? /obligatory swine flu reference.) 'Course, it doesn't help that my virus scan has expired and I can't get it back without a username and password that I don't know. The only thing that Squall seems to have problems with is running Firefox. I never thought I would see the day when AOL runs better than Firefox, 'cause that's what's happening now.

Took the SATs this morning. Some parts of it fried my brain but as always I did derive extreme pleasure from the writing sections--the grammar-correcting bits, not the essay-writing. I've decided that I hate timed essay writing, which is kind of bad for an AP English Language student since that's what half the AP test is. That test is going to kick my ass, I just know it. (Thankfully that night I can celebrate with the season finale of Lost. Which, of course, will only make my mind melt more, but Lost is the good kind of mind melt. Yes, there is a difference between good mind melt and bad mind melt.)

Yeah, so I have a feeling this has the potential to get really rambly as I begin to talk about how hardcore cosplayers kind of creep me out and how I'm going to start another playthrough of FFVIII even though I'm going to have very little time to do it ever and how I'm and Organization XIII fangirl and probably a lot of other stuff.

[ETA: My mum made CUPCAKES! *glee!*]