Blah blah, and I housesit again.3:36 pm - 12 January 2005
Man, it is amazing how quickly I finish with the internet when I’m at school. I don’t like to visit a lot of blogs when I’m at school, because I don’t like the idea of people reading over my shoulder, which is unlikely, but could still happen. Also, I imagine that they monitor what people look at, and while it’s better than looking at porn, it is still not at all school-related.
Writing an entry, however, is a totally different story! It looks like I’m typing a paper! Oh, I’m sooo industrious.
Look at me, with all my imaginary paper writing goodness! I guess either a lot of people have blogs, a lot of people type letters to friends, or a lot of people actually have to write a lot of papers on campus, because it seems like at any given time there are at least 5 people in the labs typing.
Or maybe they just like to type. Like me! Whee! Fun! Typing! Whoo hoo!
Anyway, back to the original subject. When there is 2 hours and forty minutes to kill between this and my last class, it gets a little dull… and by a little I mean a lot. And this is only the second day I’ve had to do this.
I’m so screwed.
I have an entry that I wrote while I was house-sitting right after Christmas, but I still haven’t posted it. And it’s getting kind of old and decrepit. Oh well, I’ll just post it now to the bottom of this! It’s not like this is interesting!
Wait, before I forgot, I saw a vanity plate the other day that said I1 THIS. I thought it was cute. I really shouldn’t have included that, should I? Sorry. On to the house-sitting!
Well, I’m house-sitting, again. It’s just as dull as last time! But, I’m more comfortable driving now, so at least I can leave. As long as I don’t mind the dog hyperventilating and whimpering when I get back. I was gone once this time, for less than two hours, so I guess that idea didn’t really pan out, eh?
Anyway, AOL really sucks. It bites the big one. I hate AOL. Or AO hell, as I’ve heard it called. Apparently, there is no obvious way to erase the history, and since I’ve had some entries about the person who uses this screen name, I’d really rather not access my page from here. So, I’ll e-mail it to myself, and pop it in later. Man, I is sooo smat. (Yes, that was an intentional misspell/grammar.)
Really, I ought to just erase the entries that I’m worried about her seeing. I recently realized I, or at least my writing, have matured over the years (I can’t believe how long I’ve been doing this). Some of my old entries bring tears to my eyes (in a bad way, like onions), and I remember thinking they were really quite amusing back in the day. So, I’m pretty sure the aforementioned entries would be no great loss to the world of blogging. I just have to find all the entries in which I bitched about her. And I just know that sooner or later she will find the page, and I really don’t want to hurt her feelings, especially with things that I don’t really think anymore. Blah blah boring.
I also hate this fucking keyboard. That’s much more interesting, right?
So, merry Christmas! It’ll probably be five or six days late by the time this gets posted. I would say "Merry fucking belated Christmas", but I already typed that on dooce. And someone else thought I was bitter (?), when really it was just another loving tribute to the word fuck, and dooce’s deep affection for it. I love you, fuck.
WordPerfect is even more irritating than Word. How is that possible? Would you like words with similar meaning to the word possible? Well, it’ll keep showing every new word you type in an annoying, ever-changing box at the top of the screen. How useful for those who lack a vocabulary! (Not that mine is by any means perfect. Maybe I should have used the word "whom" in that previous sentence. Frankly, I don’t give a damn. Well, maybe a little damn).
Anyway, I’m going home on Wednesday. Can’t wait. There is nothing like doing nothing in your own house. Just not the same anywhere else.
Oh, remember how I was working on Christmas Eve? Well, I’m working New Year’s Day, too. And I really have no one to blame but myself. I didn’t change my schedule while I’m out of school, so I’m out every Saturday. I guess this means I can’t get really wasted New Year’s Eve. Damn.
P.S. Dial-up fucking sucks, also.
Have a good day guys!
And just for the hell of it, a few quizzes I took (but it's all GEORGE!'s fault). I hereby promise to maybe remove these images when I notice that they have gone dead. But maybe not. Amen.
Who'd think you could be both lightly nerdy and totally cool?
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