Road Confusion

Hello, dear poor neglected blog. I haven’t had anything super blog worthy that didn’t involve photos lately.

One thing I pride myself on is my inability to experience road rage. People who scream at other cars amuse me. What’s the point? This is my story of how I almost experienced road rage.

Picture, if you will, an Interstate. It is west bound, going into a downtown area. Five lanes. Before venturing into downtown territory, the middle lane splits. Three lanes go to the left. Three lanes go to the right.

It was on this Interstate that I found myself traveling. I was doing a decent speed (I won’t say how fast, in fear of giving my mother a heart attack) in the second lane from the left. In my rear view mirror, I noticed two cars gaining on me, both of them in the far left lane.

Around this time, I realized that I should get over. I needed to go towards downtown and right at the split. I merged (this word I use lightly, as there wasn’t any traffic to merge into) into the center lane. One of the speedy cars had changed lanes and was now in the lane where I had previously been driving. He was nearly side-by-side with me at this point.

Then he started inching towards the center lane.

I frowned. Did he not see me? I quickly checked my mirrors (though, as I said, there was no traffic) and moved into the lane to the right, just in time to avoid a collision.

This is where most people, I assume, start their road rage. Me? I did not. I thought to myself, “Well, maybe he didn’t see me and needs to go to the right at the split.” Perfectly justifiable. After all, I’ve accidentally cut people off whom I didn’t see before. Everyone does it at some point in time.

Then he changed lanes again.

To the left.

Yes, the lane he had just been in. He sped up and took off to the left of the split, leaving me confused in his dust.

My mind raced. What could have possessed him to take such an action? I could not come up with a reasonable explanation. After all, the center lane goes in both directions. Then my mouth formed the word: “Jerk?”

Yes, with a question mark.

I promptly forgot about it and went along my way.

Was this road rage? Or simply…road confusion?

Do you suffer from road rage?

I’m hanging in there…

I thought some people may have been concerned with all my recent depressing Facebook statuses…

Soon after Ben and I officially parted ways back in February, I had a doctor’s appointment. It was mainly a general checkup (since I hadn’t been to a GP in, oh, 10 years), but also to get medication for my asthma that I’ve had for roughly 9 years and never did anything about. During this check-up, my blood pressure was taken three times. It was high every time. My doctor was, of course, concerned. I explained I was going through a rather traumatic breakup, and she said that could definitely do it. She scheduled another appointment for two months later so she could check up on how the medication was doing and whether my blood pressure was still high.

Cue April. My asthma medication wasn’t working, so she put me on Advair (which is working great, by the way). My blood pressure was again checked three different times. (Can I just say that I’ve almost started hating the blood pressure cuff thing as much as needles?) Again, it was really high. She told me to monitor it over the next few weeks (by checking it at drugstores) and to report back. I have yet to do this because I highly doubt that it’s gone down. I have another doctor’s appointment at the end of June, so I’m hoping to rectify it before then.

There are two reasons I think it’s so high, and I’m sure they are related: stress and lack of sleep. I haven’t slept for a full 8 hours since….December? I started having severe asthma problems around the end of December (hence, prompting me to schedule the February appointment) which interfered with my sleep, and my body just hasn’t corrected itself. This may be due, in my opinion, to stress. There are currently three major things stressing me out at the moment, two of them being work and Ben’s presence (no offense, Ben, but you know it’s true). I’m not going to get into the third, because it’s a really stupid thing to be stressing out over.

All this stress pretty much reached a climax over the past two days. I had a major argument with Ben over various random things yesterday, and then my work stress peaked at about 4pm today. What everything basically boiled down to is that I felt that no one was appreciating anything I did, no matter which part of my life it was. I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty selfless person, but, as I said a few weeks ago, I think I’ve turned into kind of a doormat. The problem is that I get frustrated being a doormat and all that frustration comes out at one time.

That day was today.

Being in a bad mood, for whatever reason, also causes me to have all sorts of other negative thoughts like how I’m scared I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life and that I’m never going to find love again and all this other emo crap that I don’t normally think about.

I tried, tried, tried to get out of the house to calm myself down, but no one was biting. I had already eaten dinner at Mellow Mushroom alone, and the last thing I really wanted to do was spend more time with my frustrated self. I wanted to just go sit somewhere other than my house and listen to someone else talk and maybe get a nice hug. That didn’t happen. In all my frustration, I stopped paying attention to important things like walking and fell down my stairs and hit my head. Ouchie. So now I’m frustrated and stressed out with a mild concussion (although the headache has gone considerably down) and still unable to sleep. It’s not been a good night.

I dug out my childhood teddy bear to comfort me, but I think I just depressed him.

Here is to tomorrow, with hopefully no stress (at least it’s Saturday and I won’t have to deal with work) and no concussions.

And now it’s time to make fun of people.

Okay, I am generally a nice person. I’m one of those people who, if someone cuts me off while driving, thinks of all the possible things that could be going on in their life to excuse their terrible driving etiquette. But if there was one place where I just really wanted to make fun of people, it would be online dating sites.

I will preface this by saying I have been a member of said site since 2004, mainly because they have lots of fun quizzes to pass the time when I’m bored. I’ve also met a number of very awesome, close friends on this site, like Jason (who is coming to visit this weekend, woohoo!), Chance, and Andy. So they aren’t all losers. (Except you, Chance. )

Anywho, being on there mostly for the quizzes, I have clearly stated in my profile that I don’t want to be hit on. Not that I don’t welcome the occasional flirt, but I used to get a ton of mail on the site that was just like, “I want you,” or some nonsense (actually, to be more accurate, “i want u”). So I do that to weed out most of the people. It was even creepier when I had my relationship status set to “seeing someone” and still got those emails. Needless to say, it is marked on my profile that I “reply very selectively”. In other words, I rarely write anyone back. And today, I’m showing you why.

These are all actual messages that I’ve gotten in the past two weeks.

Thanks, person who writes like he is texting.

I suppose this one isn’t all that bad, despite lack of capitalization. But, still. If you don’t ask me a question, I’m not really sure how to respond. This isn’t a job interview. “Tell me about yourself” will only get silence from me.

I am still wondering if this was an insult or not.

This one….I mean, did this guy expect me to respond to this? I’ve been on the site for five years, and it was to mainly take quizzes. That hardly qualifies me for being OCD.

This guy apparently did not get the “do not hit on me” memo.

This one either. And note to all the guys out there: if you can’t even proofread a super short message like this and realize that “geeky” does not have two gs in it, then I probably am not going to respond. I’m even less inclined when you use a ton of question marks and exclamation points.

I would have paid to see my face after reading this one. I mean, huh? Are these song lyrics, or is this guy just deranged?

I will say that my “very selective”-ness does not just come from avoiding strange messages. I will also admit that I am guilty of not responding to people if they list certain things in their profile. Like, if their favorite band is Nickelback (okay, if they list Nickelback at all). Or they watch only reality TV. Or if I don’t like 90% of the movies they list. Or if I’m just not in a mood to talk to people. And, yes, I judge people based on grammar.

Top ten reasons why I dislike MMORPGs…

10. More like a glorified chat room than a real game.
9. In addition to the $50 I paid for the game, I have to pay another fee EVERY MONTH??
8. They are just boring and a waste of time.
7. Having to play consistently so your friends aren’t 20 levels higher than you the next time you play.
6. Having to revolve your schedule around a game. Can only play when friends are on, can’t do other things if there’s a raid scheduled, etc.
5. Cannot get to higher levels without being part of some group. Which is fine if they are friends, but see #6.
4. Endless grinding to level up. Ugh.
3. The lack of storyline. They try to have a storyline, but it’s nearly impossible for a game in this format to actually have a good one.
2. The idiots that play them. (Not saying that everyone playing them is an idiot, but there are an abundance of “1337-speaking” morons on them.)
1. The “game” never ends. There is no sense of accomplishment from finishing it, because you never finish it.

I will direct anyone wanting me to play World of Warcraft or anything else to this post.

Annoyance of the day: selfish people

Why don’t people think about anyone other than themselves? Look at what I found today (sorry if they are a little unclear and blurry, took them in the dark):

A nice gaping hole on the trunk of my little green Escort. No note. No witnesses (at least none that cared to tell me about it). I don’t even know WHEN it happened. Grumble.

It’s March and I still don’t have a job. :-P

Anyway, some upcoming dates of importance:
Saturday, March 4: Board game party @ 8:00
Monday, March 6: The Strokes concert and Steve’s birthday
Saturday, March 18: Momocon in Atlanta (through Sunday)
Saturday, April 1: Ben’s birthday
Friday, April 21: MTAC (through Sunday)

Sabrina will be visiting sometime in May.

Ben and I were having an interesting conversation last night about how hard it is to make friends when you get older. It came up, because I constantly (well, not constantly, but occasionally) talk about how I miss all my old friends and I wish they were here. I get jealous of Ben and his friends, because they are still all together, and I’m not really close to anyone besides Ben around here. I mean, I have friends, of course, but they aren’t like my friends were back in high school. No real BEST friends. And, of course, everyone tells me that I should just make friends like it’s so easy. Anyway, we were discussing this last night, and I think I’ve discovered the reason why I have no best friends here is because ever since I moved here, I’ve known this is not where I am going to stay. I don’t want to make all these great friends and then have to leave them all behind, because I did that when I left for college and it sucked.

What I would love more than anything is to live close to all my best friends instead of across the state or across the country. Unfortunately, that is very infeasible, seeing as they are all married and/or have kids and have their own lives to lead, and I can’t just dictate where they live. I suppose once I settle down in the place where I plan to live for the rest of my life, I will make new best friends, but until then, I am just stuck in this half-lonely void.

Our Xbox 360 came in yesterday.

We have no games. None we really want right now. But my gamer tag is SweetVenus if you want to add me.

So, before I graduated, the question I was most commonly asked was, “What are you going to do when you get out?” and my answer was always, “I’m not sure.” Now that I have graduated, I keep getting “Have you found a job yet?” and the answer is, “No.” I still don’t know what I want to do. Let me rephrase: I know what I want to do, but I don’t have the education or experience to do anything remotely related to that right now. And I don’t know how to get my foot in the door to start doing that. I’m pretty sure the only way to get my foot in is to get a job doing something that I will despise. Which I don’t want to do. So, no, I haven’t found a job yet. In the meantime, I’m looking for jobs maybe with web design, but I really don’t have enough experience with that either (even though I’ve been making them for 11 years, just not getting paid for it, so it apparently doesn’t count since I don’t have a portfolio).

I would like to move out of Knoxville. There are basically two places I would consider going: Nashville or San Francisco. There are many pros and cons to both places. Nashville, obviously, is close to my family, cost of living isn’t too bad, and I won’t have to move too far from my friends here. San Francisco, however, is like my dream. As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to live out there. Plus computer jobs are fairly easy to come by, so it would be a good place to get my foot in. However, it means probably an apartment half the size of my current one for twice as much money and not being close to anyone I know. I’ve applied for jobs in both places and I haven’t heard from anything yet, so I suppose it really doesn’t matter. I guess I’ll just end up going wherever I can finally get a job since I’m apparently not qualified for anything I want to do despite having a BS in computer science.

Will it never end?

Okay, so it’s the last day in November and even though we’ve moved boxes and boxes of stuff over to the new apartment, the old apartment still looks the same. The piles never go down. I don’t know what to do. On top of all this, I’m sick again. I just want to go back to bed.

I went ahead and gave Ben part of his Christmas present last night. I’d had it in my possession since October and had been planning to get it for him since June, and I just couldn’t wait another month. It’s a Star Wars Force FX Lightsaber, Darth Vader’s. Hehe. He had a lot of fun playing with it last night.

It’s about time for another one of those introspective posts that I hate writing.

I think I have discovered what I’ve been missing all this time. I’ve finally worked out why I sometimes get into these bouts of depression. Although I’m much better now. They are much fewer between and shorter-lived than they were a year ago. But I go through these periods where I feel like no one cares. And I think I know why.

It’s not that I don’t think that no one cares. I know people care. It’s just that I don’t feel needed. If that makes sense. To me, being needed is the greatest thing in the world. It gives me a sense of purpose. If I’m not needed, then I have to wonder what is the point.

What I mean by needed is that if I wasn’t in someone’s life, then they would be worse off. That is needed. That someone else’s life is better because of me. Maybe that is a horribly selfish thing to want. But usually the people I want to need me are the people that I need. So maybe it’s not. It just really sucks when you feel like that about one person, but you are fairly certain that they don’t feel that way about you. That it wouldn’t matter if you were in their life or not. It just makes me feel really insignificant and inconsequential.

Bleh. Maybe I just need sleep.

I’m sick of all this low-carb crap.

I just saw a commercial for low-carb Bacardi Silver.

Uh………..

Okay, first of all, I don’t think Bacardi Silver tastes that great to begin with. And then I can only assume they are reducing the amount of sugar to make it low-carb, thus making it even grosser. But that’s not even the big problem.

Low-carb crap has taken over America. You cannot go into a restaurant anymore without them having some low-carb menu. Everything you could possibly ever want comes in low-carb now. I went to Sbarro’s a few weeks ago and asked for a slice of pepperoni pizza. “Uh, all we have right now is low-carb. Is that okay?” I said whatever and took it. It was more expensive than their normal pizza. Tasted worse. Didn’t make me feel any healthier either. Especially considering that it still had about a pound of grease on it.

What is the point? I don’t even think all this low-carb crap is actually good for you. It seems to me that carbs are something you NEED. But what do I know? I’m not a nutritionist.

STOP THE INSANITY!!

Jeopardy is getting old.

Okay, so I regularly watch Jeopardy. Think of me what you will because of this fact, but I do. Every day (thanks to TiVo). Anyway, I remember when they lifted the five-day rule last fall. I thought it was kind of neat to see how long someone could go.

Until Ken Jennings.

Now Jeopardy is just boring.

I no longer get to wonder who is going to win. It’s going to be Ken. Every time. I wish they would kick the guy off. They need like a 30-day rule now. Today was like his 30th day. That’s six weeks of being on Jeopardy. The guy is just a little over $20,000 away from a million. I feel sorry for all the people who have to play against him. Obviously, the guy just has more practice with the buzzer than they do.

I want to stop watching, but I can’t. I keep thinking that someone will beat him. A couple weeks ago, someone almost did. Really wish that guy would have. Jeopardy is really boring now. Half the time, I just fast-forward to the end to see if Ken won or not. I don’t even really care about the show anymore.

On a side note, I named the kitten Lydia.

I got into a wreck today.

Knoxville has the worst drivers ever. I have lived here for four years now, and every day I witness the stupidity that is Knoxville drivers. I lived in Clarksville for 18 years of my life and never witnessed the number of wrecks or near wrecks that I have here. So, with all these psychos on the road, I figured one day one of them would come out of nowhere and get me.

Today was that day.

I had just gotten off work. It had been raining all day, but had momentarily stopped. I was driving down Bearden hill on Kingston in the right lane. I put on my blinker and moved into the left lane. A tan Blazer was in the turning lane to the left of me. She didn’t see me. She hit me.

I knew she was going to hit me. I immediately checked my mirrors to see if I could possibly escape it, but there were cars all in the right lane. She ran right into my driver side door. Grr.

I got over into the right lane and moved over into the Amsouth parking lot, so I wouldn’t be a pest and block up rush hour traffic. She couldn’t get over right away, so she went on. I wondered if she was coming back.

I called 911 and gave them all the pertinent information. They said a cop would be right out there. After I hung up, I realized that they never asked me if anyone had gotten hurt. Although, I suppose if someone was lying here bleeding to death, I would have mentioned that. But still.

While I was on the phone, the psycho driver shows up and parks two spaces away from me. She comes up to my car and explains that she doesn’t have a cell phone. I told her not to worry, I had already taken care of it and the cops were on their way.

So we wait…and wait…and wait…and wait…

After I had been waiting about half an hour, I called Sabrina to see what she was up to. I talked to her until the cop finally showed up.

We each told our side of the story, exchanged information, blah blah blah, and then we were on our way.

Now I have a huge dent in my door.

Just to make this worse, today I went and had Marble Slab ice cream for lunch. And I was wearing a white shirt. And chocolate ice cream and white shirts don’t mix well. I was so just looking forward to going home and changing shirts. Instead, I had to stand around looking like an idiot who can’t keep her ice cream on her cone.

So, an hour after she initially hit me, I finally got to go home. And now I can change shirts.

Happy birthday, Mom.

I seem to be writing in my blog a lot lately. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.

I’m sitting here waiting for the UPS guy. I hate doing this. I always feel so confined to my apartment whenever I am waiting for a delivery. Normally, I probably wouldn’t go anywhere anyway. But there is something about knowing that I have to stay here or else be doomed to wait another day for my package that really makes me want to go somewhere else.

I suppose I should clean my apartment. It’s a bit of a mess. Though I suspect I’m scared of what I will find, even though I have not heard a peep out of the mouse or the mousetrap since 11:00 last night.

I think the most frustrating thing last night was not the mouse. It was that I couldn’t find anyone who would come help me. It makes me wonder if it had been something more serious than a mouse, would anyone come help me? Or would they just not care? I feel so alone sometimes. If I were to just fall and hit my head on something and blackout, I really wonder how long it would take for people to figure it out. I’m guessing a few days. And that scares me.

I’ve been accused of being self-centered. But when it seems to me like no one else cares, then I might as well. I am the only person I can rely on.

I still need a hug. I haven’t had one in weeks.

Why does excitement only happen when I have stuff to do already?

I come home after work today, sit down, thinking about all the work I needed to get done…the usual. Then I see a small grey thing streak across my living room floor, heading towards the couch where I am sitting.

I flip out.

I am only scared of three things that I know of: needles, clowns, and MICE.

My fear of mice spawns from the movie The Princess Bride. After seeing Wesley and Buttercup struggle with those ROUSes, I have never been fond of any rodent, no matter the size.

So, I’m sitting there, wondering if I should get up and move across the room to my desk chair, which spins and seems safe since I would theoretically be able to see all around me if needed. But I’m too terrified to move. I know this all sounds really stupid and girly. I just am really scared of mice.

I know I have some mousetraps under my sink. But I have no idea how to set a mousetrap; I’ve never had to do it before. Plus I can’t move. I’m too scared that the mouse will cross my path.

Checking my AIM and Yahoo lists, I note that NONE of my guy friends are online. Of course. I IM the ones that are away, hoping to get some sort of response in the next hour or so. But I don’t.

I am getting hysterical by this point. And, yes, I realize, it’s just a mouse.

I call my best friend to get ideas, but she doesn’t answer. Still no one has responded to my pleas for help. And why do none of them have cell phones??

After hearing the mouse rustling under the couch where I am sitting, I finally get the urge to move. And do so over to my desk chair. Then my cell phone rings. I have, of course, left it on the couch. I jump back over to the couch, barely touching the floor. It’s my best friend, returning my call. She somehow calms me down (I was starting to hyperventilate).

I notice some new people online, so I send out some more IMs. Apparently my pleading away message is not doing the trick. No one responds right off, so I continue talking to Sabrina on the phone, trying to get my mind off the mouse that is possibly still under me.

Then Ernie responds to my IM. Yay! He says if I come pick him up, he will come set mousetraps for me. Yay! So I do. And he does. And now I can rest.

Although I am definitely not sleeping on the couch tonight. And if I hear one of those mousetraps go off, I’m going to scream.

Blah blah blah.

So it occurs to me that maybe I should see when my application to UW is due, since I was listing due dates. Yeah, it was due in February. I wasn’t even thinking about moving to Seattle in February. So I can’t even apply right now. Now what am I going to do? I suppose I could take a semester off and work. Or I could just not move. But the way my grades are dropping, that’s probably not a good idea. Every day I get more and more depressed about still being in Knoxville. I just don’t want to be here anymore. I need a change of scenery so bad. Everywhere I look is one bad memory after another. It depresses me so much that I just don’t care about anything, and I don’t care about school most of all. I have no motivation whatsoever. Most of the time I just want to lie in bed all day.

My trip to Indianapolis was great. It was so wonderful to get out of town. But the minute I got back to my apartment, all the depression came back. Maybe more so. Or maybe it just seemed that way since I was so happy before I got back there, I just seemed to fall further. Ugh.

I know my parents will freak if I take a semester off though. But I think maybe I could use it. Believe me, I want to graduate college more than anything, but at the rate I’m going, it’s never going to happen. Especially with my grades. They’ve been slowly dropping more and more since I’ve been in college. When I was a freshman, I went to class everyday, did papers early, and all that. I was happy. My sophomore year wasn’t bad either. And then stuff started happening and I got depressed, and everything has just come crashing down with me. I hate that. I don’t want to do bad in school, but I can’t seem to quite bring myself to care.

I got advised last week for next semester, and my advisor agreed with me that I needed a change of scenery. She understood completely. I just am not myself here. There’s no one here that cares about me. I would just be so much happier somewhere else. Anywhere but here.

And now for today’s rant…

There is a commuter parking lot on campus that is closer to all my classes than the other parking lots. It’s small, since it used to be a tennis court, and so there is a very limited number of spots in it. Usually people will wait around in it till someone comes and then take their spot as soon as they leave. Everyone does this.

So, I got to campus at like 3:05 today, since my medieval studies test was at 3:40. I went to the parking lot and waited for someone to come. At about 3:15, a girl comes in. She is on her cell phone. She walks to her SUV, sets her sweater on the hood of her car, reaches for the door handle…. And then stands there. Talking on her cell phone. Knowing I am right there, waiting for her spot.

After a few minutes, she opens the door of the SUV. Then stands there and talks some more. A minute later, she picks her sweater off the hood and throws it inside. Then stands there…and talks some more. I had my window down, since it was such a nice day, and I had my music down pretty low, so I wonder if she could hear me muttering under my breath. Probably not.

Or she was probably laughing about me to her little friend on the phone.

Anyway, at 3:20–five whole minutes since she got there, let me remind you–she finally gets in the SUV. But does she start it up and leave? No. She sits there and talks a bit more. Finally, finally, around 3:22 she finally leaves and I get her spot.

That’s seven minutes I could have been studying.

Then maybe I wouldn’t have had to BS so much on that test.

Top ten things I hate when driving on the Interstate…

10. Rain.
9. Rain with lots of wind.
8. Rain with lots of wind at night.
7. Rain so hard that you can’t see the lines on the road with the wind knocking your car around in the pitch black night.
6. No cd changer and the amount of work it takes to change a cd may one day result in wreck. Especially in rain with wind at night.
5. Nothing interesting to look at. Especially at night. In the rain.
4. Loser people who drive in the left lane and don’t switch to the right lane when it is empty and someone comes up behind them.
3. Loser people who drive in the left lane and continuely hit their brakes even though there is no one else around.
2. People that freak out at a drop of rain and either pull over to the side of the road even though visibility is still fine or just decide to drive with their hazard lights on.
1. Knowing that I’m going to end up in a place I am allergic to where people continuely make fun of Linux and crunch ice in my ears.

Seeing as I have a lot more Interstate driving coming up in the next few months, I may add more at a later date. Strangely, many of these items are also the things that keep me awake when driving on the Interstate. Probably because I’m busy complaining.

“And if I make it through today / Will tomorrow be the same / Am I just running in place / If I stumble and I fall / Should I get up and carry on / Or will it all just be the same” - Good Charlotte, “The Young and the Hopeless”

Will get my cell phone tomorrow. I wasn’t here when FedEx came by today. I finally mailed off my hard drive today. I need to remember to return Two Towers to Blockbuster before Saturday. And to pay my bills before Saturday.

I was standing in my bedroom today and I turned around and my hand hit the bed. There must have been something sharp or something because it sliced a small, thin chunk of my finger (isn’t that a lovely image?). It stopped bleeding awhile back, but it still stings really bad.

I don’t usually write a lot about my feelings in here. Usually because I have no idea who is reading this thing (well, I have a vague idea, but still..). I’ve just been feeling kind of blah today and I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it. Well, I do, of course, but I just don’t like burdening people with my problems. I tend to be a pretty private person and just keep things bottled up inside until I just burst and all these emotions come out at once. Kind of like right now. But I’m writing in here because I figure this way I’m not really burdening anyone because here people can choose to read it and/or respond to it, and there is no pressure.

Anyway, like I said, I’ve just been feeling kind of blah lately. I don’t really know why. Well, actually I have some ideas, but I don’t want to go into that. I just feel like there is something missing. I feel alone. Not necessarily lonely, though I feel that at times. Just alone. I know I have friends, but I just feel like I am sitting here in my apartment, doing whatever and that no one really cares.

I don’t know. Maybe it is just Seasonal Affective Disorder. Maybe I just need a hug.

Welcome to my blog! I got bored…

Let me introduce myself. My name is Jessica. I’m 21 and a senior at UT Knoxville. I am majoring in Computer Science and minoring in English (such a weird combo, I know). I’m into computers, reading, and music. That’s about all I do.

Not much has been going on in my life. I wrecked my car and had to get an entire new side put on. Then someone broke into it and stole all my CDs and my CD player. My cat died at age 10. I’ve lost all my friends. You know, the usual.

The crappy thing about having all my CDs stolen is that now I have all these empty cases. And you can’t just go somewhere and buy just the CD. No, you have to pay $5 for a used CD with case and booklet, when all you need is the CD. The other crappy thing is I just got the new Jewel CD that came out less than a month ago and got to listen to it, oh, about 5 times before they took it.

I am thankful that they didn’t see my Revis CD that was not really hidden. Of course, I still don’t have a CD player in my car anymore. So I’m stuck listening to the radio and all the crap it plays. But I’m not bitter.

School starts in less than two months. Not looking forward to that. I have a nice 18 hour load again this semester, complete with two Comp Sci classes, two English classes, and two classes that I wish I didn’t have to take. If I am still alive in December, then I think I could live through anything.

BTW, I’ve tested this blog on several browsers, but can’t get it to look right on Konqueror (grr…), so use Mozilla or Netscape or IE or something if you want it to look right.