the diary of antoine roquentin

> Felix Da Housecat and Miss Kittin – Madame Hollywood
> Placebo – Narcoleptic

I guess I should let the cat out of the bag. I’ve been bidding on PowerBooks on eBay. I have my heart set on this sweet 867MHz 12 in. PowerBook titanium for $250. There’s five days left in the auction though, so someone will totally outbid me. But maybe not, the screen is totally shot to shit and it only works on an external display. But LCDs aren’t that hard to find, I can totally get a broken PowerBook on eBay for like $100, and there I will have a $350 PowerBook. That would be incredible. I sort of hope I get outbid so I won’t have to spend the money, but on the other hand it would thrill me to have a laptop.

The strategy of rearranging my keyboard keys to get me to stop typing hasn’t really helped. I just type anyway even though the letters say different things. I’ve been touch typing too long to even attempt to confuse myself.

I came home today and was overjoyed seeing a package in front of my doorstep, but I knew it wasn’t my iPod. It was the book for my math class that starts Thursday. I had checked the FedEx tracking site right before I left work, and my iPod left Alaska at 5 p.m. I don’t know where it’s going though. It’s really annoying to painstakingly wait for this thing. I should’ve just spent $10 for the expedited shipping. But it’s too late for that.

Blah blah blah, I’m bored. I should stop blogging. My life consists of waiting for my iPod. It’s sad what I’ve been reduced to. Ah, Ben is online. I should sign on and see what his lame excuse for never calling me is going to be. Nah, I don’t give a shit anymore. I had a bit of a revelation today.I realized that the time he stopped talking to me was the time he got his car. I wonder if that’s an unfair deduction. But then the thought strikes me thatI don’t care. So that’s that.

Amanda is going on vacation, and I feel quite jealous. Sort of. I won’t feel jealous once my iPod arrives. I will be glad I wasted away year #19 of my already dwindling life being the slave of Apple Computer, NaturalPoint, and Creative. Oh well. Everybody sells out, and at least I’m not wasting egregious amounts of money on drugs, like everyone else in this town. Well, technology is my drug. And my current high is on a damn FedEx truck in Alaska.

This Cassius album I downloaded, Au Rêve, is sorta good. It has a lot of Daft Punk-esque electronic interludes like “Telephone Love” and “Hi Water,” but there are some like, uberconformist hip-hop songs randomly flung into the middle. I’m confused by what kind of music the band was trying to create, but I like a few of the songs enough not to delete it.

God I’m bored. I’m basically waiting until my dad goes to sleep so I can watch Adult Swim. This is the week of waiting. I was flipping through my math book I got for my class, and it looked to really really easy. Like, high school stuff. I think that my mind is ready for math. I never was ready before. I had a social life. And drama. I can now devote myself to the infinity of mathematics like never before. Maybe I’ll finally get CSS. But I doubt it.