My OperaChristopher Cross?
Friday, August 13, 2004 5:33:28 AM
Who's he? Dunno! Okay! He was playing downtown today. He sings '80's pop music. Never heard of him. Weather was bad, so we didn't go!
Steph told me I write weird...I write my journal as if I'm writing for someone else, not myself. Which is true. The last post proved my paranoia. Although I try to be as open as I can, I'm not ready to explain everything to everyone that doesn't understand because very few are out there that actually understand my choice of words. Another reason why I'm silent because of so much ridicule I got in the past because my vocabulary is "over my head and older than my age." and all that shit. Not to mention it makes me look like I'm a "teenager who knows everything." Yay! That's as open as ever. Now to move on to the rest of my day.
I woke up at 1:30. I didn't want to wake up at 1:30, but there was a persistant ring from across the room, so I lumbered out of bed and looked at the caller I.D.
It was Steph. So I said hi and carried on a conversation quite well for a half hour. A conversation while putting my pants and shirt on and fixin some lunch, because I wasn't in the mood to have breakfast today. I must say I like waking up to Steph's voice. Soft and nice on the ears, not immaturely making annoying noises (brother), not turning the lights up and pointing them at me (sister), not starting off my day with questions that require a TON of thought (Mom), just...a normal...soft...voice...with normal, simple sentences...which I like....very very much. But she did pick on me because I slept in so late. Mom booted me off the phone only to tell me she didn't need to use it after all, so I called Steph again. She said she needs coffee, and mentioned Latte Da's. Mom booted me off the phone again, so my uncle could call that phone instead of her cell phone. An hour later, he did. I convinced Mom to take Steph and I to Latte Da's, so I called Steph, who then called one of her parents, then called me, then tried to call her grandparents. I waited a few minutes to see if she'd call back, then I went upstairs, washed my mouth with Listerine, put on my shoes and started feeling the effects of sleep coming back on. Anyone who has insomnia knows that there's one type where you gain no energy from at all. This is kinda like my withdrawal effect, I guess you could say.
Mom picked the van, so we picked up Steph in le van. I moved to the back seat with her and we joked with Mom. They both asked me how long we were going to be at the coffee shoppe because Mom didn't want to spend $3 to buy herself something. She wanted to get home to her PC as soon as possible. So I settled with using one of their phones.
Ordered an Italian Soda...because I had no clue what it was and trying new things seems to be a habit. Only go back to the old with food, because I'm picky with food, not drinks. Steph got a chai tea...served hot. I didn't know they served it hot. ?! Ah well. So we went to this..."booth" thing in the corner that had a chess set. Steph told me not to try chess with her. She's too tired and not that good at the game. So I didn't. We/she chatted for a little bit. I still don't understand why I can't think of something to say, but it comes with being ridiculed for vocabulary "over my age." So she talked and I smiled. Sound good? Well, no. No it doesn't. I felt stupid smiling the whole time with nothing to say. I mean, why can't I talk like I do in my journal? I can keep going non-stop! Why the hell can't I keep a straight thought in person?!
hokay, anyhoo...Steph brought a...oh god...what are they called...<http://www.cafeshops.com/cp/browse/Ne-1160_N-1181_bt-1> Those. Messenger bags? Alright. Hers was black though. Not from Cafepress either, but you get the idea. Messenger bag. Whatever. Aaaaanyhoo, she pulled out her camera and took some pictures of the coffee shoppe. I think I said this before, but Latte Da's is all woodwork on the inside. Everything but the countertop and tables. Beautifully stained wood walls and lots of photography for someone with some kind of eye for it. So she took pictures. Since I have a photographic trigger finger, I hopped over to look over her shoulder to see what the pic would look like on the little screen. Yeah, that was weird, so I hopped back and she snapped her pictures. Then got one of me because I wasn't wearing a blue shirt and she was going to show her dad. I wasn't wearing pants either. Shorts! I feel albino without red eyes. And skinny, but not like a toothpick. I have a headache. Maybe it's best I'm silent? So after a while, I called Mom using one of their phones. Of course, she was on the phone, so I had to call her cell. Hey! She wasn't using it. Surprise surprise. >_> Steph and I went outside and sat on a bench to the right of the entrance and talked a little. Mom pulled up and we were on our way...somewhere. Mom kept bringing up Christopher Cross. We said no because of the weather. Decided to take Steph home with me so she could get a nap and I could find movie times at a dollar theater or something.
::Break::
Okay, I try to be as open as I can and now my hands hurt like hell. I'll try posting the rest tomorrow. Editting this one to continue where I left off, so don't expect an e-mail thing about it. Alright?
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Back, but I can't say the same about my hands.
We got home and kicked off our shoes. Put Steph's "messenger" bag next to the kitchen along with her coat. Stood around the living room upstairs for a bit, then I decided to go look at movie times. Steph decided to follow although she didn't have to. Went to the downstairs living room (yes, two living rooms) and sat on the small comfy couch. It smelled like hamburger down there. Later, I found out my sister left her plate down there for all the world to smell from god knows when. >_> In a nanosecond, my siblings were at eachothers throats. After a while, Steph said it just got really "cold" in there and made her way to my room. I turned on the monitor and watched her fall over on my bed. She got comfy in no time. Couldn't help but kiss her forehead. She asked for music after a long while, since my sisters CD of AC/DC stopped playing. So I turned on the Winamp. Forgot about the movie times and went to sit on the bed next to her, while she laid down. She really finds my bed comfy, which really makes me wonder exactly how terrible hers is. I can feel the springs in mine. So this is what we did between the time we got home to 8:45 when we had to take her home. We sat in my room and talked the whole time. One kiss (on the lips...but tons more everywhere else on the head), lots of hugging and cuddling. Changed the music a lot and eventually did check the movie website for times. No good movies were really playing. She asked me if I got to a part in Still Life With Woodpecker and I knew what she was talking about even though she only said two words from the paragraph. She knew I knew what she was talking about too. You won't know though...because I'm paranoid, damn it. Paranoid! We took her home at 8:45...Cept not her house. To her Grandma's. So we did that and I tricked my brother to trade me seats in the van so I could "talk to Mom" after we dropped Steph off. Went home.
Got no sleep...Had a really hard time going to sleep. Loaded with energy, but completely exhausted. Just when I thought all was getting better. =/
I got to see Steph after a long week so I'm happy. I think she might've called this afternoon, waking me up again, but I didn't recognize the phone number until long afterwards and didn't want to call her back with her grandma answering.
Motherboard and processor came today! What a beautiful site they are! Jotted down notes on a piece of paper from the manual, so we should be able to install much quicker. Comes with overclocking software and the whole works! Gotta wait for the adult male to get home so I can blame him if anything goes wrong.
Hey, did you know SATA and IDE really are two different things?!
c-ya
Steph told me I write weird...I write my journal as if I'm writing for someone else, not myself. Which is true. The last post proved my paranoia. Although I try to be as open as I can, I'm not ready to explain everything to everyone that doesn't understand because very few are out there that actually understand my choice of words. Another reason why I'm silent because of so much ridicule I got in the past because my vocabulary is "over my head and older than my age." and all that shit. Not to mention it makes me look like I'm a "teenager who knows everything." Yay! That's as open as ever. Now to move on to the rest of my day.
I woke up at 1:30. I didn't want to wake up at 1:30, but there was a persistant ring from across the room, so I lumbered out of bed and looked at the caller I.D.
It was Steph. So I said hi and carried on a conversation quite well for a half hour. A conversation while putting my pants and shirt on and fixin some lunch, because I wasn't in the mood to have breakfast today. I must say I like waking up to Steph's voice. Soft and nice on the ears, not immaturely making annoying noises (brother), not turning the lights up and pointing them at me (sister), not starting off my day with questions that require a TON of thought (Mom), just...a normal...soft...voice...with normal, simple sentences...which I like....very very much. But she did pick on me because I slept in so late. Mom booted me off the phone only to tell me she didn't need to use it after all, so I called Steph again. She said she needs coffee, and mentioned Latte Da's. Mom booted me off the phone again, so my uncle could call that phone instead of her cell phone. An hour later, he did. I convinced Mom to take Steph and I to Latte Da's, so I called Steph, who then called one of her parents, then called me, then tried to call her grandparents. I waited a few minutes to see if she'd call back, then I went upstairs, washed my mouth with Listerine, put on my shoes and started feeling the effects of sleep coming back on. Anyone who has insomnia knows that there's one type where you gain no energy from at all. This is kinda like my withdrawal effect, I guess you could say.
Mom picked the van, so we picked up Steph in le van. I moved to the back seat with her and we joked with Mom. They both asked me how long we were going to be at the coffee shoppe because Mom didn't want to spend $3 to buy herself something. She wanted to get home to her PC as soon as possible. So I settled with using one of their phones.
Ordered an Italian Soda...because I had no clue what it was and trying new things seems to be a habit. Only go back to the old with food, because I'm picky with food, not drinks.
Steph got a chai tea...served hot. I didn't know they served it hot. ?! Ah well. So we went to this..."booth" thing in the corner that had a chess set. Steph told me not to try chess with her. She's too tired and not that good at the game. So I didn't. We/she chatted for a little bit. I still don't understand why I can't think of something to say, but it comes with being ridiculed for vocabulary "over my age." So she talked and I smiled. Sound good? Well, no. No it doesn't. I felt stupid smiling the whole time with nothing to say. I mean, why can't I talk like I do in my journal? I can keep going non-stop! Why the hell can't I keep a straight thought in person?!
hokay, anyhoo...Steph brought a...oh god...what are they called...<http://www.cafeshops.com/cp/browse/Ne-1160_N-1181_bt-1> Those. Messenger bags? Alright. Hers was black though. Not from Cafepress either, but you get the idea. Messenger bag. Whatever. Aaaaanyhoo, she pulled out her camera and took some pictures of the coffee shoppe. I think I said this before, but Latte Da's is all woodwork on the inside. Everything but the countertop and tables. Beautifully stained wood walls and lots of photography for someone with some kind of eye for it. So she took pictures. Since I have a photographic trigger finger, I hopped over to look over her shoulder to see what the pic would look like on the little screen. Yeah, that was weird, so I hopped back and she snapped her pictures. Then got one of me because I wasn't wearing a blue shirt and she was going to show her dad. I wasn't wearing pants either. Shorts! I feel albino without red eyes. And skinny, but not like a toothpick. I have a headache. Maybe it's best I'm silent? So after a while, I called Mom using one of their phones. Of course, she was on the phone, so I had to call her cell. Hey! She wasn't using it. Surprise surprise. >_> Steph and I went outside and sat on a bench to the right of the entrance and talked a little. Mom pulled up and we were on our way...somewhere. Mom kept bringing up Christopher Cross. We said no because of the weather. Decided to take Steph home with me so she could get a nap and I could find movie times at a dollar theater or something.
::Break::
Okay, I try to be as open as I can and now my hands hurt like hell. I'll try posting the rest tomorrow. Editting this one to continue where I left off, so don't expect an e-mail thing about it. Alright?
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Back, but I can't say the same about my hands.
We got home and kicked off our shoes. Put Steph's "messenger" bag next to the kitchen along with her coat. Stood around the living room upstairs for a bit, then I decided to go look at movie times. Steph decided to follow although she didn't have to. Went to the downstairs living room (yes, two living rooms) and sat on the small comfy couch. It smelled like hamburger down there. Later, I found out my sister left her plate down there for all the world to smell from god knows when. >_> In a nanosecond, my siblings were at eachothers throats. After a while, Steph said it just got really "cold" in there and made her way to my room. I turned on the monitor and watched her fall over on my bed. She got comfy in no time. Couldn't help but kiss her forehead. She asked for music after a long while, since my sisters CD of AC/DC stopped playing. So I turned on the Winamp. Forgot about the movie times and went to sit on the bed next to her, while she laid down. She really finds my bed comfy, which really makes me wonder exactly how terrible hers is. I can feel the springs in mine. So this is what we did between the time we got home to 8:45 when we had to take her home. We sat in my room and talked the whole time. One kiss (on the lips...but tons more everywhere else on the head), lots of hugging and cuddling. Changed the music a lot and eventually did check the movie website for times. No good movies were really playing. She asked me if I got to a part in Still Life With Woodpecker and I knew what she was talking about even though she only said two words from the paragraph. She knew I knew what she was talking about too. You won't know though...because I'm paranoid, damn it. Paranoid! We took her home at 8:45...Cept not her house. To her Grandma's. So we did that and I tricked my brother to trade me seats in the van so I could "talk to Mom" after we dropped Steph off. Went home.
Got no sleep...Had a really hard time going to sleep. Loaded with energy, but completely exhausted. Just when I thought all was getting better. =/
I got to see Steph after a long week
so I'm happy. I think she might've called this afternoon, waking me up again, but I didn't recognize the phone number until long afterwards and didn't want to call her back with her grandma answering.
Motherboard and processor came today! What a beautiful site they are! Jotted down notes on a piece of paper from the manual, so we should be able to install much quicker.
Comes with overclocking software and the whole works! Gotta wait for the adult male to get home so I can blame him if anything goes wrong.
Hey, did you know SATA and IDE really are two different things?!
c-ya
