So my laptop computer decided to complete suicide a few days ago.
It's really fun. It can't seem to get past the Bios check, and then it flashes some sort of manifestation of the famed 'blue screen of death,' and then restarts from the bios check. I'm not going to pretend that I understand it, I'm just going to be pissed at it until I ultimately break down, smash it with a hammer, and get a mac. (hurray for macs and their infinate image rendering powers.)
I'm getting a bit more nervous and excited with the impending move. I feel like there's still a billion things to do before I go, and in truth there really isn't. I just ave to go finalise the change of address, and mail a few more boxes out, and then I'm done. It's just so weird. Since school's done, of late I've been doing little more than hanging out, playing La Pucelle Tactics and talking to Kevin on the phone (We got together a few days ago to work on costumes and got his sewing maching up and running. That was dead exciting. He has his lack triangle trim started.) Oh yeah. And working. If you can in fact call that work. Which you can't.
Yesterday Kyle went off on a tangent about how it would make it easier for people (meaning males) to deal with their own animalistic urges if I didn't wear skirts. He was reffering to yet another incident in which some damned neanderthal asked something like 'So how long have you been workin' here? You like games? That's cool. I like games too you know. So uh, can I have your number?'
And I have this to say to Kyle: Fuck yourself. Seriously. Its not as if I dress like a whore. I just happen to wear skirts and t-shirts. A lot. And if some dumbass hits on me because he pegs me as a whore just for wearing a skirt (not even a particularly short one, mind you,) then he can also fuck himself.
Kyle says stupid things sometimes. I think it's a condition of being a psychotic staunch Republican-Christian. It's sad really. He'd be pretty decent otherwise. If he would shut the hell up occasionally. Anyway, moving on.
I keep looking at my neighbourhood and my house and the carpet and the grass and my dog and going 'I'm not going to see these things for a really long time soon.' And then I think that this ought to bother me, but it doesn't. I might find myself missing things after I leave, but right now, when I think about it, I'm kind of freaked out at just how little I really care. I know I'm deffinately going to miss a few people (Kevin, my Grandpa, Sophie,) and likely a few things (my futon, Pai Mei, my futon,) but... Yeah. I dunno. I can't really put what I'm feeling into words right now.
My transfer to a store in Pleasanton/Dublin apparently went through yesterday, but I still don't know which store specifically I'm going to. I can only hope its the one in the Stoneridge mall, but I can't be certain. I'm a bit worried about transportation once I get there if it isn't. Maybe I ought to call Charlie and let her know? I dunno. I don't want to step on toes and screw things up.
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aye, the store in the stoneridge mall is nice, in fact, that whole mall is nice.
I know a fun way to spite kyle, just by a shirt that says "I'M A WHORE!!!!" and then wear it around him untill he brings it up and then ask him what hes suggesting, and then slap him.
......excellent
Yeah, hat would be sweet. The only problem with that is it would take vast amounts of effort on my part, and I just can't be bothered. Especially not for Kyle.
I think the menchi shirt i made you will do. Although, perhaps wearing it ON your body might cause Kyle to think yer tempting young men into your evil, sexual trap. Cause, you know, sex and free thought and fashion are evil. I hear the Jesus store is selling simply OUT of body-sized, paper bags, this season. They are to die for.
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