My OperaHmm...No Up-ah-grades
Monday, August 9, 2004 4:50:32 AM
...or dates with Stephanie. Both of these I've been unsuccessful at having this weekend. Which sucks, because it was the perfect weekend to do something. The adult male was in New York with the sister, so no restrictions. 
Hard drive don't work. Congrats to me who thought it did. Just tried more shit with it. Hell, the adult male hooked it in his computer and the thing worked fine, but had its trouble booting. WTF mates?! So, tomorrow after he gets home from work, we're going to "work on it together" to see what the hell we're missing. If this doesn't work, then I have no choice but to format it completely and take it back to Best Buy.
I really miss Stephanie. She starts a journalism camp tomorrow. Told me she has to get up bright and early at 6:30. She said she'll try to call around 1:30. I'm hoping I'm awake by then. Probably put the phone on the headboard so I hear it tomorrow. Not going to miss that call.
Well...What else to type? Ended up staying at Greg's over night...just for no reason what so ever, which I terribly regret. We/I did a whole lot of nothing besides watch him play Crash Bandicoot and the Wrath of Cortex. If I had come home, I would've been outside until 3 in the morning playing Kick the Can with friends who visited from Colorado. Kick the Can is like our tradition and I friggin missed it. They're flying back home today. Anyhoo, Greg's party this year was much better than last year. I wasn't the only friend invited this time. There was eight. Me, Brian, Rachel, Paul, Kim, Steve, Marissa, and someone else. It was fun with Brian there. Someone who understood my computer/video game state of mind.
I must say it was hilarious to watch Greg "hit on" Kim. Good lord, you'd swear you've seen the same thing from a movie. Poor Kim couldn't say anything without his "suave" voice kicking in a comment, twisting the sentence into some sexual garbage. Mostly about her hooters, which doesn't surprise me. Greg wants nothing more than hooters. Poor poor soul...Poor poor Kim. I did see Brian once again amaze me with his wicked DDR skillz. Dude. For as quiet and as cool as he is, he friggin flies on that mat.
As much as I hate to say it, the adult male and I can have legitimate conversations. He talks to me like I'm an adult and I do the same. The reason we don't get along is everything he's done to me in the past and what he says about me behind my back. Not to mention he has a tendency to lie to Mom about things. He also holds every teenager stereotype against me, so in his mind, I'm actually a drug smoking, sex loving, joyriding, defiant little brat who thinks I know all. Defiance is the stereotype that can be held against me, everything else I've never even thought of...Just thought I'd clear that up.
I really miss Stephanie. She wanted to take me to the movies, but no good movies were playing and her mummsy was acting weird. So I was going to talk to Mom into taking me to Blockbuster. Steph wouldn't have been able to come over anyhoo, so that plan of action failed. Like I said, tomorrow, she hopes to call around 1:30. Tomorrow, I hope to be with her shortly after. Tomorrow, I want to post about another wonderful day out with Stephanie. All this and more....tomorrow. I love Steph.
With all that said and done, I'm going to take a second shower because I'm dripping in sweat from DDR. (Yeah...of all the reasons a guy would be sweaty, it just has to be DDR, right?)
c-ya
Hard drive don't work. Congrats to me who thought it did. Just tried more shit with it. Hell, the adult male hooked it in his computer and the thing worked fine, but had its trouble booting. WTF mates?! So, tomorrow after he gets home from work, we're going to "work on it together" to see what the hell we're missing. If this doesn't work, then I have no choice but to format it completely and take it back to Best Buy.
I really miss Stephanie.
She starts a journalism camp tomorrow. Told me she has to get up bright and early at 6:30. She said she'll try to call around 1:30. I'm hoping I'm awake by then. Probably put the phone on the headboard so I hear it tomorrow. Not going to miss that call.
Well...What else to type? Ended up staying at Greg's over night...just for no reason what so ever, which I terribly regret. We/I did a whole lot of nothing besides watch him play Crash Bandicoot and the Wrath of Cortex. If I had come home, I would've been outside until 3 in the morning playing Kick the Can with friends who visited from Colorado. Kick the Can is like our tradition and I friggin missed it. They're flying back home today. Anyhoo, Greg's party this year was much better than last year. I wasn't the only friend invited this time. There was eight. Me, Brian, Rachel, Paul, Kim, Steve, Marissa, and someone else. It was fun with Brian there. Someone who understood my computer/video game state of mind.
I must say it was hilarious to watch Greg "hit on" Kim. Good lord, you'd swear you've seen the same thing from a movie. Poor Kim couldn't say anything without his "suave" voice kicking in a comment, twisting the sentence into some sexual garbage. Mostly about her hooters, which doesn't surprise me. Greg wants nothing more than hooters. Poor poor soul...Poor poor Kim. I did see Brian once again amaze me with his wicked DDR skillz. Dude. For as quiet and as cool as he is, he friggin flies on that mat.
As much as I hate to say it, the adult male and I can have legitimate conversations. He talks to me like I'm an adult and I do the same. The reason we don't get along is everything he's done to me in the past and what he says about me behind my back. Not to mention he has a tendency to lie to Mom about things. He also holds every teenager stereotype against me, so in his mind, I'm actually a drug smoking, sex loving, joyriding, defiant little brat who thinks I know all. Defiance is the stereotype that can be held against me, everything else I've never even thought of...Just thought I'd clear that up.
I really miss Stephanie. She wanted to take me to the movies, but no good movies were playing and her mummsy was acting weird. So I was going to talk to Mom into taking me to Blockbuster. Steph wouldn't have been able to come over anyhoo, so that plan of action failed. Like I said, tomorrow, she hopes to call around 1:30. Tomorrow, I hope to be with her shortly after. Tomorrow, I want to post about another wonderful day out with Stephanie.
All this and more....tomorrow. I love Steph.
With all that said and done, I'm going to take a second shower because I'm dripping in sweat from DDR. (Yeah...of all the reasons a guy would be sweaty, it just has to be DDR, right?
)
c-ya
