The rush, the panic, the manic flood of static...

I have recently been aided into the revelation that my LJ here makes me come off as something of a curmudgeon, which I suppose I am to an extent.
But more than that, I'm a fun and easygoing person (I swear!) and I've been told I'm occasionally enjoyable company. I guess I didn't realize that I tend to post more prolifically during my "GAH! I hate everything" moods than in my "life is good and I am at peace with the Universe" moods.
I have failed to bring balance to my e-life, a problem I intend to (at least attempt to) rectify.

THAT BEING SAID:

...Half-Blood Prince is fucking amazing.
Like, no seriously.
A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
My ONLY complaint is that it was over too quickly (I mean, is it just me, or did OOP seem to take FORfuckingEVER to get through the first time?).

I also rather enjoy rainy days and a nice piece of cheese, sometimes even at the same time.

So, in the words of all the Toons at the end of Who Framed Roger Rabbit? (incidentally, another thing I enjoy thoroughly), "Smile, darn ya, smile!"


EDIT: ...this isn't intended to be sarcastic. I know it could be construed as such, but I promise, it's entirely genuine. I'm sorry to be so caustic all the time (like I said, I'm working on it).