mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Final birthday report. Argh! I just wrote half of a really, really good entry. It had romance. It had adventure. It had measurements of specific body parts. I discussed the meaning of life. I revealed the love of my life and my future wedding plans with her. But my browser crashed, and I lost it all. Sucks for you. Sucks for my upstairs neighbor because I said the "f-word" really loudly. And it is nearly 2am. They probably thought I was finally gettin' some, and they are now all giddy and happy for the J-Dawg down below. Speaking of that crash, my computer's been acting up lately. It's been acting real screwey since I put on the pirated Norton Utilities on here. No longer does the computer just ignore it when I press the down arrow. It used to say -- to itsself, mind you -- that I was just a friggin' dumbass. Now it goes, "CRACKLE, POP, CRUNCH, SNAP," when I do something it doesn't like. Sounds like a Rice Crispies sorta thing. But this actually pisses me off and makes me wanna pick up my laptop and throw it out the winder. That's Southern for "window," for all of you uncultured out there. My browser also suddenly decided that it would quit working at all. None of the buttons loaded. It acted like it was juuuust installed. Except nothing on it worked. So, I downloaded a new version and re-installed it. Now it works fine. But damned if I didn't lose all of my porn bookmarks! In the post that you will now never read -- Hey, get on to Gateway and not me! -- I also talked about all of my birthday presents. So, I will do the same, but much more abbreviated. My Daddio got me a brand new Jansport camping backpack. It looks sweet! Though I do my share of camping, it will probably serve me best when I go travelling. I wrote about why travelling is better with a backpack than with a regular bag. I compared it with travelling and killing Sammy (Binney, OBL, etc...) and walking through a desert. It was all witty and funny. Now it just sounds retarded. So, just understand that I got a friggin' awesome backpack. My ass is going on a fishing/camping trip sometime reeeeeel soon. My mom sent me a journal. Granted, it isn't the one that is on my wish list, but it is still a real nice journal. It is much more masculine than my current journal. Well... you know... as masculine as a diary can be. What's that, I say? I have another writing outlet other than this here online diary? Well, all in all, I have four different journals. This one is just a quarter of my writing outlets. I am one writing mofo. My main journal -- the girlie looking one -- is about complete. That's why I told my mom to send me a nicer journal. It is leather and good smelling. Kinda like me! Well... except for the leather part. Lisa came and brought me all kinds of great gifts. She got me a set of wine glasses, which are nice. I'm almost afraid to use them, though, because they are crystal and real fragile. She also got me a wine-and-cheese set. I think she was wanting me to get drunk while she was here. I got a tattoo and got high on endorphines instead. She also got me this beer-and-cheese soup mix. "All you do is add the beer..." it says! What's more manly than a soup you pop open a can of beer and **voila**, it's done? And my Good Friend Kourtney is sending something. She sent it once, but they sent it back because she was shy a stamp or two. Bastards! Jenny the Pierced bought me some ice cream from my favorite frozen custard place. She's awesome! Hmmm... I think that's it. I'll have to wait and see if anything else comes in the mail. Well, now that you are completely bored... Go read my poetry portfolio I did for my creative writing class. Tell me in the message board what you think of it. Be Well, that's about it from the JP camp. Still haven't been anthraxed. Don't plan on it, but if I do and I die, please-oh-please don't tell my mom about this diary. She still thinks I'm all sweet and innocent and stuff. 1:55 a.m. - Thursday, Oct. 18, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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