Isn't it sad that people only concentrate on themselves much of the time? If a girl has nothing better in her life to warrant focus on anything other than her overactivity, isn't that messed up? I'm sorry, but someone IMed me with a screen name of something like "aLwAyS hYpUrr" with some numbers on the end. Her info simply read: "I'm always hyper and I don't know why!" If you're known for your hyperness and nothing else, and you actually choose to use that was your defining characteristic, and it is the topic of most discussion for you, then please undergo some type of corrective action. Thousands are dying of thirst and hunger in dozens of countries around the world; in Iran, neighbors move away because they fear there are terrorists next door; and somewhere a little girl wishes and prays to God that she could just have a bowl of cereal and that her father would stop raping her and her sister. I'm probably out of line by complaining about this, but get some appropriate perspective, everyone.

I registered for Spring classes yesterday. 5 classes, 15 credit hours, 22 contact hours. Hopefully after this semester I'll be able to make a decent Web site. My major is now Internet Technology. What the heck is that, Brian? Basically, when I'm finished with the degree, I'll end up being some company's Internet dude. Which is fine with me, I love the Internet. Plus, I'll be able to create and maintain Web sites for numerous companies, or whatever. I plan on finishing this degree and also getting a couple certificates (in Web development). I'll probably end up getting certified in certain crap. But, I don't know. Anything could change.

I've meant to write in here the past several days, but I've been busy. Over the weekend I spent a few hours teaching myself basic HTML—how to create text, use certain fonts, sizes, colors, make links, pictures, etc., and how to align it all on the page. Nothing to brag about yet but that's pretty good for a weekend. I totally changed my Web site around using these new skills.

At 4pm Sunday I went to the church (I haven't attended a Sunday service in years) to help put up the Christmas tree. My cousins Eric and David were there. We played football and stuff. I love Christmas time. Thanksgiving is Thursday (of course). That's always fun—getting together with the family. I'll get to see my cousins. I love 'em to death. The day after Thanksgiving is when we usually put up the Christmas stuff here at home. Then after that I can't wait for it to roll over into December. Maybe we'll get some snow this year. But, if we do get snow, it's usually January-March.

Carolina won their third game today. 67-59 over Old Dominion. They play Kansas November 27. Their first loss as I'm predicting it. They're doing better this year than last year though, as if that would be hard to do. What was their record? 8-20? One of the worst ever. No one cares about this but me, and I doubt anyone will read this but Fal.

I'm so proud of the Tar Heels. I'm glad my prediction was wrong. They beat the mess out of Kansas, a number 2 team at the time (overranked). And tonight they wiped the floor with Stanford. UNC's record is now 5-0. I hope they keep it up. Thank God they're doing better than last year; it was depressing. But as a true fan would, I stuck with them the whole time.

Enough of that. Thanksgiving was good. Went over to James' house at 5pm. Almost everyone was there. Jeremy, Justin with Alexis, Josh and his girlfriend Jodie, James, Cynthia, Eddie and his new wife, David with his, my family, Susan and her and John's kids, and, of course, Papa. It was nice having all of us there together. Especially Jeremy. I don't get to see him much. I've eaten way too much the past two days. I'll have to watch what I eat between now and Christmas.

Little Brian came over today at about 4:30pm. Him, Carlyn, and I played Vice City and NFS: Hot Pursuit 2. It was like old times again. He used to come over a lot and we'd all play video games. That was back during the Nintendo 64 prime. Ah, memories.