February 26, 2003 :: 12:57 p.m.
new Lysol Fried air freshener hits stores on Monday
I'm cold. It's 21 degrees outside. I am very, very sick of freezing my ass off all the time. It's almost March, for christ's sake - when will it end???
Argh. I really need to get out of this frigid little state. This frigid medium-sized state, rather.
I am on a T1 connection here at school, which one would think to be very conducive to downloading lots of things. Right? Well, apparently not for me. I'm downloading the musical episode of Buffy, all 503.19 MB of it, and at the moment it is downloading at 2.55 kb/s. Earlier it was downloading at a few hundred BYTES per second. Seriously, what's that about? My faith in all that is glorious and good in the land of internet connections has come crashing down around me.
Speaking of Buffy - the new episode last night was muy excellente. I would have preferred it earlier in the season, but it was funny and stuff happened and at this point I'll take whatever I can get. I like Andrew, he's funny, but I do sort of resent him for pretty much taking over Xander's role. Poor Xander. He gets shoved into the background and ignored until they need someone to fix the windows or get stabbed in the stomach or, worse yet, *insert horrible thing they're going to do to Xander here.* WTF? I love Xander. Stop making him the butt-monkey.
(I didn't announce the horrible thing because I know that not everyone is as hugely spoiled as I am.)
Moving on... I've been on a mix CD kick lately. I want to make lots and lots of them. I have two in the works at the moment, and as I write this I'm listening to various songs and deciding whether or not they belong. Weeee! I'm a mixing fiend, yo. It's a good time.
Hrm. Not much else to say, I guess. Emily is currently someplace that's else, but not for long, I'm sure. In fact, my best guess is that she's getting food from The Underground right this very moment, and will shortly return with a styrofoam container of french fries and other foul-smelling things that do not belong in my room. And I will gag and gather my things and flee this place as fast as I possibly can, because the stench will surely be unbearable.
I was going to scan things today, but Adam informed me that the compy used to scan things is "Out of Order." Or so a big sign taped to the front of it leads us all to believe. Alas.
And so it begins. Yeah, she's back, and the room is beginning to stink of greasy fried food. I love french fries and mozzarella sticks and other fried things as much as the next guy (probably more, actually), but as yummy as these things are, they do not make for a delightful aroma wafting around your room. There's a reason Lysol doesn't make a fried food-scented air freshener, you know.
Ack. I'm gone. Ciao.
back & forth
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