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Sep. 15th, 2003 10:13 amI am crossing my fingers for you. Knock 'em dead, and all that. You'll be great.
Sometimes, cell phones suck. Like when you end up in the middle of your road at 11 at night, jumping up and down and all around just to hear the person on the other end of the line. This was me, last night:
(jump to the left): Jo?
(jump to the right): Hello? Jo?
(run up the road): Oh! I just heard you! Damn, you're gone again.
(run back): Jooooooooooooooooo!!!!
This went on for a good half hour before we decided that enough was enough, and said goodbye. I ended up staying outside and talking with my landlord about how much his life sucks and feeling sorry for him, because his life really does seem to suck.
In other news, I have no news. Sometime this week I am hoping for that internet connection. Also, I will have to go and get a connector cable for my scanner so that I can finally hook it up and scan stuff, like Geekmoot pictures. I know at least some of you will be interested in them... Hehe...
I miss you. A lot. Like, a LOT.
And, finally, I have a proposal to make. This might sound really stupid, but the thing is, I suck at plot. Or coming up with ideas for stories, rather. And lately, I have really wanted to write (the result of having my own computer, perhaps) but haven't been able to think of any sort of interesting idea...so. I give you a challenge. Give me an idea to work with (with R/S, for instance) and I will try and write something. I know it's pathetic. But, um, help me out?
All right. Must go to class now. Andrew Jackson seems to have been a pretty big asshole, it seems. I don't think they taught us that in seventh grade.
Sometimes, cell phones suck. Like when you end up in the middle of your road at 11 at night, jumping up and down and all around just to hear the person on the other end of the line. This was me, last night:
(jump to the left): Jo?
(jump to the right): Hello? Jo?
(run up the road): Oh! I just heard you! Damn, you're gone again.
(run back): Jooooooooooooooooo!!!!
This went on for a good half hour before we decided that enough was enough, and said goodbye. I ended up staying outside and talking with my landlord about how much his life sucks and feeling sorry for him, because his life really does seem to suck.
In other news, I have no news. Sometime this week I am hoping for that internet connection. Also, I will have to go and get a connector cable for my scanner so that I can finally hook it up and scan stuff, like Geekmoot pictures. I know at least some of you will be interested in them... Hehe...
I miss you. A lot. Like, a LOT.
And, finally, I have a proposal to make. This might sound really stupid, but the thing is, I suck at plot. Or coming up with ideas for stories, rather. And lately, I have really wanted to write (the result of having my own computer, perhaps) but haven't been able to think of any sort of interesting idea...so. I give you a challenge. Give me an idea to work with (with R/S, for instance) and I will try and write something. I know it's pathetic. But, um, help me out?
All right. Must go to class now. Andrew Jackson seems to have been a pretty big asshole, it seems. I don't think they taught us that in seventh grade.
