Home Alone

The title really says it all.

My whole family is home alone.

I got a call last yesterday. I didn't recognize the number, but I was somewhat interested in finding out who would want to call me. It was Gamestop lady. Joe told me her Final Fantasy VII name, but I can't pull it up at the moment. She invited me to a party that starts at eleven o'clock tonight. I get to pick up my new game Final Fantasy XII at twelve o'clock while I'm at the party. Wow. She sure is nice.

I didn't sleep last night. I was up half the night reading The Count of Monte Cristo and the other half was spent trying to convince myself I wasn't M. Danglars and to stop worrying about my money woes.

I eventually made it out of bed and to school. My classes were cool, until the between era, where I started to feel bad in the tummy area. I actually felt bad in comparative religions, but I couldn't bring myself to unleash the fury of toxins that had built up in my colon. I decided on my break that I would not be attending my favorite class, poetry for Blaire, at the end of the day. I went to my folklore class and while conversing with others of the advantages of having a PENIS PULL/POLE/IDON'TKNOWWHATWEWEREREALLYTALKINGABOUT,ITWASMORELIKEWEWEREJUSTHAVINGFUNWITHAMADEUPWORD, I completely forgot about my pains.

I came home just the same, and with many hours left before the party, I am sure I will have the last 70 pages read in no time.

I like the new features, especially the page building thing. The only thing I don't like about it is the template change. The template is way off now and they use secret codes to keep me from doing it myself. Oh well. I figured it out once; I'll figure it out again.

Fucking Google AdSense just shows links to online survey stuff. Whatever. It's a party.

I Just Moved

To Blogger beta.

Holy shit.

The difference is unimaginable.

I mean, I couldn't have ever imagined a new blogger that is exactly the same as the old one.

No.

I haven't had time to check it out. I just now moved my blogs.

I need to make an AdSense thing for my Intendo blog so I can become a millionaire.

Up the down storiod.

If anyone can get me a copy of any kind of Linux, let me know. I want it rill bad.

Amazing

I finally found a good version of Firefox 2.

It's called Firefox 2 RC 3. Go ahead and click that link to download the installation software if you want. But I would recommend reading through this before you do. You may not like what you'd be getting yourself into. The RC stands for Release Candidate. It hasn't even been released in beta form. Well, this is a beta form, but it hasn't been released as a beta version. You know what I mean.

I really like this early version of Firefox 2. Some of my add-ons from the past weren't compatible, but those were the gay ones I never used anyway. My favorite feature is the new spell check feature. Or maybe it's an add-on I downloaded. I don't know. I've got a spell checker I can click on in my Google toolbar, but I've also got the browser underlining my spelling errors. Whatever.

I also bought a Wii on the--whatever day Gamestop had the reserves in. I was fifth in line if my memory serves me the way Walter Clopton Wingfield would. I also bought a one gig memory stick/card/human/whateverthefuck.

I can feel myself getting more and more awesome every day. I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up one day and discovered I didn't have to talk to you assholes anymore. Goodbye assholes, hello fellow janitors at Comedy Central.

I just found out my good friend Jess is a retard. I think we all new it the whole time. We were just waiting for the right moment.

I think I'm done.

Fuck Ozma

I spent around three hours fighting the fucker tonight, but I just can't seem to get him. I can get close, but that's when he decides to kill me on the spot. Fuck. I don't know. I guess I'll have to change my strategy. I'll try again tomorrow.

I added a new commercial to my Intendo Games blog. It's a good one.

Stefan was here for Fall Breaks, so we hung out most of the time.

We made a get well soon card for Rob, and we put it in his yard for everyone to see.


I hope he is feeling better.

I kinda hurt my arm again while I was doing pull-ups, so I failed when I tried to get my bicepts in. But I'm pretty much kicking ass at racquetball, so who the fuck?

I wrote a funny-as-fuck one-and-a-half-page four-page paper for my poetry class. It'd probably be too far over you guys' head, so I'll let you imagine.



Bitch is crazy--keep on dreaming.