Ah.

Well... I think I'll start with the strange dream I had last night, and work backwards from there... It, apparently, was already September 19th, and my mom was supposed to be taking me to Chicago. I was all packed, and we were in this big pavilion thing, and she still didn't want to take me, so I just picked up my things and walked across the street. Suddenly, I was apparenly in Chicago with all my floor-mates and some people were showing us around all sorts of buildings. They took us into a basement of some sort, and everyone was oo-ing and aw-ing over these multi-coloured toilets. We split up, and I went up a flight of stairs into this strange room that had a strange slanted ceiling. There was a small slip of paper on the floor with people's names from my high school. Suddenly, this strange man walked up behind me and started to talk to me. He showed me a picture of a girl I knew in strange worn shoes that I identified as definitely belonging to Douglas Adams. The strange man said he was Douglas Adams, and gave me his shoes, and took mine (which were, for some reason, strange high-heeled shoes). I went back downstairs, and my sister was playing this strange game that actually belonged to me. You played inside of it, but you still had to use these impossible controls, and my sister kept knocking me off the edge. That was the last part of the dream, and I can't really explain it that well anyway, so I'll stop here.

Weird, eh? My mom and sister are watching Ed Wood again. This Johnny Depp thing is getting really disturbing. I don't know how many movies I've watched in the past weeks, and so many of them have been so bad. Ugh.

Yesterday at work was terribly boring and slow, and I had to stay until six without a break because the other girl wanted to leave early, and I didn't really want to leave at 4:30. I went to Circuit City to look at my future computer, and the guy there said there were four left, and when I asked him if an eighteen year old with no credit to her name could get it financed, he gave me some weird answer about a Visa card that didn't make any sense at all, so I left. I wasn't planning on buying it last night anyway. I've got an entire day of harassing my mom today before I can get it, I think.

Sunday at work was... terrible. I was only supposed to stay until six, but one girl that was supposed to be working 12-11 didn't show up, and there was only one other girl scheduled for the night (curse our scheduling manager!!), so they talked me into staying until 8. I went on my break, and ate my dinner at Taco Bell (yay.). When I got back from my break, another manager was in, and she begged me to stay until 11. I was so tired when I got home... and my mom yelled at me for staying because I don't get overtime. She thinks the theatre is breaking all kinds of laws, but it's just confusing to me. I don't want to bother to understand it, I've only got about three weeks left, anyway. At least I get to go to my friend's going-away party, but I do have to miss the UofC get-together in Cleveland because I have a 12-8 that Sunday. Evil work.

Well, I'm off to continue harassing! Yaaay, computer!

Eeeee!!

Ahhhh! Guess where I’m writing this?? It’s so funny to type on this thing, but I’ll get used to it. At least it’s not the keyboard of doom. XP is the devil! I find the don’t-screw-around-with-the-file-system messages to be quite amusing… they’re like the red button you’re not supposed to push. Red button… hehehe! The cat keeps sniffing and waving his tail at this thing. I think he finds it threatening. He’ll still be cuter than the laptop, though. It’s pretty easy to be cuter than a laptop, even if its name is Topato the Happy Laptop and it has a pretty custom-made sticker of me, by the Art Girl herself. Mwehehe. Hyper I am tonight! Hugs to the laptop (and to the cat attacking the laptop backpack). I’ve somehow ended up with a free laptop-toting backpack, but it is neither neon green nor buttoned. I’ve bluescreened this thing thrice tonight, but all three times have had to do with the CD drive, which I’ll have to check out later. I want to plug this thing into the internet, darnit!! Hmm… I keep reaching for a mouse that isn’t here. This is going to take a while to get used to. Good thing I have exactly a month.

Aaargh, all these popups are making me nervous. Stupid XP!!!

OUTSIDE!!

Hehe, someday, the novelty of typing on a computer outside will wear off. But not for awhile, I'm sure. Hooray for outside, for it is wonderful. Now if only I could stop clicking randomly when I try to hit the space bar. I can hear all the pretty outside noises.. and feel the mosquitoes that are probably giving me West Nile. Hehehe. This thing seems to get really warm when I'm sitting on my bed with it, but outside it's not bad. Perhaps it's because it's evilly cold out here. Hey, OK now, let's stop with the random clicking, fingers. BAH!

hehe, I'm so hyper. I wonder if I should copy all my music files onto this. Of course, they were, at one point "illegally downloaded," and that's grounds for punishment at college. I think I'll walk over to my car (!) and get out a CD (!) and see how it sounds on here. This is so much fun!! Before I put the CD in though, I think I shall save this, because the CD drive's been a little wonky on me.

(aaand, now I'm inside... posting yay!)