I just got an e-mail from my web hosting company telling me that the server that hosts my website is directly in the path of Hurricaine Rita. How weird. It might go down when the hurricaine hits Texas. Cool! I hella have everything backed up, so I’ll see how cool the company is.
I got my cool WebCam today! It’s SO great! During my audio/video chat with my mom, my camera had incredible resolution and color depth, and hers looked really bad…like there was a tank of water or something in between her and the camera. Well, you get what you pay for. And I paid for sexiness. I attempted to do a video post, but it didn’t really came out as cool as I wanted. I don’t think that my computer supports USB 2.0, that’s probably why My motherboard’s manual gives all this lip service about eight USB 2.0 ports, but there is nothing in the device manager about it. When I get my iPod I’m sure the software will tell me whether my system is USB 2.0 compatible.
Anyway, I must get to the gossip. Somebody left a message on my dad’s answering machine claiming to be from the college asking why I wasn’t taking any classes this semester. I haven’t listened to the message yet, but I will once my dad goes to sleep. I think that it’s faked. Why would the college do that? They don’t even mail in grades anymore. It’s probably one of my enemies. And I will soon know. I can tell if it is Kelly or Dan (the people that work at the college, not my cousin and her boyfriend who oddly have the exact same names). So of course I immediately told my dad that I’m taking classes in Brookings, but it was quite unnerving nonetheless. Now I want to go listen to that message right now, but I shouldn’t. I’ll just get all agitated and I want to enjoy my evening. If the iPod gods shine on me, my pod could ship on Friday!! I’m trying to get myself to not go and change my order to expedited shipping for $10. My accursed bank charged me at $10 transaction fee because I guess I went over my balance, but that’s totally not true. I looked at my online banking and no transfers were set to go through that would have done that. I think there just ripping me off. So I’ve decided to keep $200 in there at all times so this bullshit doesn’t happen again.
Me and Misty hung out yesterday, quite randomly. I had gone to the library to check out Ulysses and was reading when all of a sudden I got hungry and decided to see if Safeway had any of those delicious focaccias. I walked over, and was trying to decide whether to just go home and eat or to buy the foccacia and stay in town longer, when Misty came over and said hi (I guess she was grocery shopping). We caught up a bit, but she had to go back to class soon so we decided to meet at Circle J later. I bade her farewell and read by the beach until it was time to walk over to Circle J. I had this real horrorshow pastrami sandwich and John was there to take our order. When he dropped it off at our table he said that I should come over more often or something to that effect.
I guess it was Providence (Hawthorne uses that word every fifth sentence, why can’t I?) had brought us together, and we had quite a bit to talk about: mostly the topics were incredibly funny behavior at Misty’s birthday party which I had missed (who pees on ducks), my concerns about how strangely Ben seems to be acting lately, and Misty’s situation with Selena. Also, she basically invited me to come live with her, and I accepted, of course. I wonder if I will really follow through. If I ditched my car, living in town might save me quite a bit of money. I’m not sure though. She has to talk to somebody else that she promised it too. And of course we would have to sit down and go over the specifics of everything (adding up and dividing bills and all that fun stuff).
I also set up a Yahoo 360 account. It was so dumb, they only allow you 300 letters for your favorite books/movies. Only a Neanderthal could fail to come up with more than 300 words worth of good movies or books. But I do feel hella hardcore that only one other person on the whole site listed The Hacker as one of their favorite musicians. And nobody listed the glorious carbon-copy club anthems of Lacquer. I’m so alternative now. Not.
Well, I think I’m going to delve back into my novel. My handsfree mouse is freaking out today and I don’t know why…perhaps it’s the multitude of devices with LEDs attached to my computer. The device tracks infrared radiation sources, which LEDs are.
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