I’m outside one of the buildings at Sac State, waiting for Mario. He’s at an appointment of some sort. I’m not quite sure why I came here. I thought they had free wi-fi, but apparently you have to be a student to use it.

Which I don’t have a problem with, but it sucks ’cause I will be a student here in like a year.

And until then, no Internetness. Today is the first nice day in a while. It’s so warm I can start wearing suits again :)

I even drove here all the way on my scooter in just my suit, with no jacket. The campus is warm but breezy, squirrels flitting here and there. Peaceful and tranquil. It’s going to be strange to start going to school here. Any change takes a while to get used to.

I spent all Sunday doing my algebra homework, and I’m pretty well caught up, I just need to do the two equations two unknowns application problems. I think the two unknowns problems are easier, actually.

Sac State is a real college. I’d always dreamt of going to a real college. And soon it will be a reality.

It’s almost surreal. Well, just as surreal as it was the first few months of living in Sacramento. The adjustment to 24-hour coffee shops, public transit, and being two hours from San Francisco.

Strange.

I don’t know what we’re going to do today, but it should be fun. I got my new iPod battery this morning and installed it. Now I’ll be able to watch videos on mah pod for as long as I desire (it’s supposed to have 25% more capacity than the factory-installed battery). W00t for listening to music all day at work and not having to plug it in! I don’t want to know how many charge cycles I went through on that thing. I used to watch full movies on it. Probably at least 1.5 charge cycles a day. Over two years, that builds up.

Today seems like a day fraught with possibilities. There are all these problems with the website. It’s our hosting company. They aren’t even responding to my emails. I’m so sick of cheap-ass hosting. I’m going to tell them we need to spring for a virtual private server or rackspace of our own. Yeah, it’s expensive, but fuck, how are we supposed to build a compelling website if it’s down 50% of the time.

I was going to call them when I was here, but the Internet thing happened. Oh well. Well, Mario’s here, so I should go.

+++TIMETRAVEL++

Now I’m outside of Brian’s work, waiting for him to get off. Mario and I walked around Sac State, got lunch, and he ditched his class. We jogged from his place to McKinley Park and jogged around the park three or four times, then we walked back. I could have jogged a lot more, but Mario was worn out. I guess all my exercise pays off.

I’m in love with my new iPod battery after using it while we jogged, Mario’s iPhone died while my pod kept chugging along…it’s like I have a brand new iPod.

The security guard just kicked me out of the inside of the mall, now I’m on a bench outside.

Having a laptop is so surreal. I keep thinking of those super drugged out writers using typewriters in Naked Lunch…I wonder what their psychosis would have resembled had they used computers instead of typewriters.

Dreams of robot assimilation, software calculating the trajectories of mass destruction. Brian and I are going to make food and watch a pulp gay interest movie. I kinda want to watch Rififi, but I don’t think he likes black and white movies. That and I don’t know if it will be good.

I’m alone in the chilly gloom outside the abandoned mall. This place is the ultimate set for some kind of dystopian movie. I need a DV camcorder.

Can’t get the new M.I.A. album out of my head…I hated it when it came out because it was such a departure from Arular (the first one), but now I’m ok with it. It’s very Bollywood.

I should be afraid…using my laptop in such a place. But I can’t live my life in fear.

Must keep telling myself: things are left unstolen because of the social contract, not because of keys and locks.

My grandma locks our flimsy front door with three different locks. It’s so damn ridiculous. We have a fucking sliding glass door! Bitch, if someone wanted to get in, it’s not going to be hard. God damn.

I could break down our front door if I really wanted to. America is so obsessed with our thousands of locks and isolating ourselves from each other. I’m sick of this place, but I fear that I am too American to blend in anywhere else.

+++TIMETRAVEL++

Now I’m back home. Brian and I had dinner, we made this amazing spinach pasta and read this blog called Stuff White People Like. It was fucking hilarious and so true.

I can’t tell you guys how many people this article reminded me of.

We started watching stuff on the E! channel and like two hours later we realized it was like 1 o’clock. TV sucks your life away. When I got home there was this huge dog outside growling at me. I gave it the “if you bite me I will fucking kill you with my bare hands” look and managed to get inside before it tried anything. I really would have fucking killed it.

I’ve said this for years: I will kill any dog that bites me.

I’m back home and don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I’ll have to face all the problems with the hosting and deal with changing the way our internal email works.

Gah. I need to sleep.