So here's teh deal: remember how I got all excited because my family got a computer so i wouldn't have to go to the library every other day to do anything fun at all?

Guess what!?

Surprise, it doesn't work the way it ought to, because for some reason the firewall won't install correctly or something. I told my dad to get a mac...

Anyway, until it is fixed, I have severely limited access to the interwebs and no ability to IM at all. I'm thinking about lugging Compy upstairs just so that I can chat with people who A: aren't Maria B: aren't Maria's family (no offense to either group, but I need more variety) and C: understand the complex emotional undertones that can be added to the phrase "oh nine." Yes, Triple V, I mean all of you.

I stole Itchy's hat by accident, because having his mother and me remind him seven or eight times to check each room for stuff he may have forgotten apparantly translates to "go ahead and forget your hat that is hanging IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING WALL" in Yiddish. Now I have to mail it. The upside? I have his address. I'm thinking that I'll give him the carcass of Haythia once I skin it... I'll tell him it's a baby.



That was kind of sick, actually.


Anyway. I probably won't get a chance to udate much... on anything. My Grandma wants to buy mixing bowls, so that is one more thing off the list, nescafe?

It does.




And I love it.


I love it good.










So Itchy greeted me in an unusual manner.


I was introduced to his parents. Before I could stop myself, I sais "oh, it's nice to meet the mishpokhe."

Silence.




His parents quickly left after that.

Once they were out the door, he grabs my shoulders and pushes me against the door, and says, "you know what speaking in yiddish does to me."











Now, it wasn't ridiculous because I want to have sex with him but he was initiating the contact. Nor was it ridiculous because he is a total bottom. It was ridiculous because at that moment his mother came back up with a bag he had left in the car.

I'm definitely getting sick, and it's progressing just the way it did with my little brother. My throat has been sore for months, but I thought it was just dry air... turns out Tom had a minor cough for months before he started to get really sick.

Now I feel like my head is gradually filling with snot and mucus and I don't like it.

Tom's getting better, but they gave him drugs... I can't get any because I'm poor.

But I will have a compy of my very own when I finally go home after this horrendously boring spring break.

That makes life worth living.

































Almost.

I just found a really cute looking pokemon lj icon, but I can't get it to load on this crappy computer with the broken internet explorer.



I shed a tear.

My Computer still hates me. I am crying on the inside.



I wanted to mention that at the Vox Rox I was the only person willing to approach the stage and flash Vanessa.



I wore my stoner sweater for the first time in months today... and now that I have started to do laundry, I changed into my jeans with all of the holes... I look like a bum, but I caught sight of myself in the mirror and I am actually pleased with the over-all effect. the pants make my ass look good and the baggy shirt is fun and weird.













Itchy talked to me again about his body hair. Someone save me.

Does anyone take those subject lines seriously? I didn't think so.


I have a computer. I have rubbing alcohol. The doctor's office called and told me that my infection is minor and should go away on its own.


Life is good.

I just have to wait 3-7 days for the delivery of my keyboard and mouse... and pick up an ethernet cord.

Now for the sweet embrace of unconciousness... until Scooter wakes up and makes noise... God I hate him... him and his fucking head... "hey, I'm Scooter, I eat food and have stuff!"... Gahhh!