January 02, 2004 :: 1:14 p.m.
computers are made for tossing
Erg. I am going to throw my computer out the window and toast marshmallows over its flaming remains. Just when it looks like everything is finally working, something new goes wrong. I'm on my dad's computer downstairs because mine is, of course, unusable. And I do mean that literally. It went all wacky, so I restarted it. Or I tried to, anyway. I won't go past the Windows XP start-up screen, which is very, very dark and dim. I don't know what's wrong. I don't know how to fix it. I am, for all intents and purposes, technologically impaired. I guess it's a good thing my boyfriend is a computer whiz, eh? Otherwise I'd be ultra-screwed.
My family will be home tomorrow afternoon. In a way I'm glad, because then the animals won't be solely my responsibility anymore. I love them, but 4 cats make an incredible amount of poo and Buddy is just a wee bit high-maintenance. I should give him a bath today, but I probably won't. We shall see. In another way I'm not so happy they'll be back, sort of. I like having the place to myself. It's unfamiliar, and really nice. More and more I find myself incredibly desperate to get out of my parents' house, but it's not really an option at the moment. Or anytime in the foreseeable future. I love my parents, and I can deal with Mason, but dear GOD, there comes a time in every woman's life when a place of one's own becomes fairly vital. I'll just have to make do with my attic room for now, though. Boo.
Also, I've noticed that I make considerably less mess by myself than everyone else does. Since I've been here alone, there's been maybe 2 bags of trash and one load of dishes washed. And the only reason there's been 2 bags of trash is because a bag of litter box clumps goes into the trash every night. And that bag is scarily large. But seriously, I'm a low-mess person. It's amazing. I've always considered myself quite the slob, but apparently there's hope for me yet.
All right, well, it's damn cold in here and I really don't have much else to say. Oh! Except that Adam and I watched Pirates of the Carribean at Joe's last night. I've been wanting to see that for a while, because it got such rave reviews, and it really was pretty good. Good enough that I sort of want to own it, in fact. So that's interesting. If you're me. Anyway, I'm out. Updates may be few and far between for the next 4 or 5 days, as I'll be staying at Adam's house, where there are many more interesting things to do than write in my journal. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. You understand.
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