So the net has been going in and out on my computer, so finally I decided to let it be. Think I'll spend the rest of the night reading The Golden Compass (again again again) and then head to bed early. Or maybe I'll pack tonight - that would probably be a good idea.
So (why did I start another paragraph with the word 'so'? there are many other perfectly decent words to use... oh well) I forgot where I was going with this sentence. Right. Finished my assignment, came to the computer lab to print it off, and was distracted by the functioning internet. Oh well.
I've discovered a magnificent creation by MS Office. It's called OneNote, and it's amazing. I've decided to use it as a sort of a (don't laugh or mock me, you're just jealous) journal or "diary" as it were. Whereas my blog here is a great place to jot down what I'm up to and my general state of mind, it's so much nicer to have a private place to describe exactly what is going on with me, without needing to worry about censoring it in case certain people actually read this damn thing.
Granted I probably don't censor here as much as I should, but at least I tend to be rather vague.
So (there I go again) I finally finished Son of a Witch, and it had a mediocre ending at best. I mean, the story and the plot were interesting enough but there was no finality to the tale, no climax or conclusion. In Wicked, at least the main character gets offed and that's that. Here it's like, okaaaay and then what?
Alan's coming tomorrow! In 24 hours we will both be at my house, probably watching a movie or playing cards or something equally thrilling. And in 8 days we get to see Wicked!!! I might have to force my family to play only Wicked music this week... at least on Friday! I hope it's not awkward with Alan there...
Okay, I'm just going to up and say it, I love comments. I freaking love them. Even if they're pointless and don't say anything really at all, it tells me someone is actually taking part of their day, a whole few minutes off of their life to read about what I'm doing, thinking, feeling, etc. It makes me feel more important than I have any right to feel, and thus I love it. So if you do read this, feel more than free to leave a comment, even if it's just to tell me my ego is showing.
I show it loud and proud!
I miss Flats 1, 58, and 65. Those were good places.
Let's go back there... any takers?