mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Is that an anti-aircraft missle in your pocket...? Windows XP:
Not only did I format my entire hard drive to install the fucking thing, when I finally got it up and running, no piece of hardware on my computer worked. The hardest hit was my modem. I couldn't dial in to start re-filling my computer with all of the junk it was full of. Y'know... porn and MP3s. The usual. So last night, while waiting for my jeans to dry, I uninstalled XP and put ME back on. Damn, am I pissed. For the past 36 hours, flashes of everything I lost in the format keep popping in my head. Megs upon megs of MP3s: gone. It was a great selection, too. It's going to take me days to get it back to where I had it. Thank god I backed up some of my serious writings and pictures. I would be one severely pissed off mofo if I hadn't have done that. Yep. Windows XP is the shiznit, unless your computer was made for it. My little laptop, obviously, was not. I'm at school right now, writing this entry using Netscape. I'm betting $10 that, when I go to insert this very entry into my diary, Netscape will crash and I'll have to get up and run around in circles screaming. But, while writing the above rant, this really attractive girl came and sat at the computer beside me. And she's smellin' like a girl oughtta smell. Like flowers and baby powder. I'm probably weirding her out every time I take these deep breaths through my nose, then let it out with a big "Ahhhhhhhhhh". Oh, well. She smells good. What can I say? I have a political midterm here in about 30 minutes. ---- cute girl just sneezed. I said "Bless you." She said "Thanks." Damn! I talked to cute girl! ---- Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Midterm. Yeah... well... I have a midterm. Forgot what I was going to say about it. I'm sure it wasn't too exciting, anyway. Because, really... how exciting are midterms? Exactly. So, my flight leaves Kansas City tomorrow morning at 8:15am. I called, and they said be at the airport two hours before to let overweight, greasy security guards touch all over my ass to make sure I'm not carrying any bazookas or packets of anthrax. Normally I'd like strangers touching all over my arse. But what if I get a little drowsy before the check? See... when I get drowsy, up *it* goes. And, I'm afraid the overweight, greasy security guard will say something to the effect of "Is that a small pocket knife in your pocket, or are you really excited about getting on the plane?" Either way you answer that question in today's airports, you lose. I will land in Charlotte, North Carolina, at around 11:30am, where I will be greeted by an old high school friend. Name's Rebecca. You can see our conversation in the message board. She's gonna meet me, and we will have lunch and talk and catch up on old times. That, or utilize her empty car for some serious layover nookie. Whatever she's up to. I suspect she'll only want lunch, though. I dunno... just a hunch. Then off to New Orleans at 1:30, where I will land an hour later. So, now you know where to find me tomorrow if you need me for anything. Well, cute girl's done left, and I need to study for my midterm. Ok. That's a lie. I just didn't want to say, "I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I'm sick of writing." So, I said something nice instead. A lie, mind you. But a nice lie. Yes, I'm tired. Drowsy as hell. And glad to see you. Thanks for askin'. 6:33 p.m. - Monday, Nov. 19, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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