Mom and Dad are both gone to the funeral home across from the Wendys that burnt down (yay for (inappropriate) landmarks :x), for a funeral (or so I'd hope). For Dave Morris, I believe. Don't really know what his relation was to our family, aside from just a friend, and that's added to the fact that aside from when I was still a kid (sounds strange typing that :s), he's only stopped by to visit once every couple years, and usually only for 10 minutes or so at that, so yeah.
Suffice to say they can go to the funeral, but I'm going to go to sleep, because although I do remember him as being a cool guy, I never really knew him that well, so I don't see much point :\
And also: I have, up here in my room, three shelves. The top one's mainly used for random storage (namely, stuff I could throw out and not miss seeing as I haven't touched it in who knows how many years), the middle one was for Pokémon (heh) stuff, and the bottom one now has said stuff plus a several Star Wars things. Needless to say, the middle and bottom shelf were used for storing those items back when I was actually into those sorts of things, and yeah. I'm not now, but I can't bring myself to throw them out.
Anyways, the middle shelf now holds all my games. Well, except for the Gamecube copy of Twilight Princess, but I forgot where that was when I was setting them all up. I never realized how many I had either.
And yeah. This may all seem terribly random, but at the moment, it's very relevant, and I feel the need to type it down, so that's why it's here~
Now it's time to go to bed. 11:30, and I need to be up by 7 at latest. Oh fun.