It's amazing how much time I spend posting "Happy Birthday" comments on people's Facebooks, replying to comments on MySpace, and reading journals on LJ and JournalSpace. It's not as fun as any video game (and it takes about just as long to do, considering how slow my Internet connection is), but I like keeping in touch and staying connected with ( Read more... )

Yesterday was fun. Peter, Linda V, and I went to the mall. Linda V watched Peter and me as we fought in a Super Smash Bros. Melee tournament. As fate would have it, Peter's first battle pit him up against Ray (an old friend of ours and Peter's college roommate), and while Ray usually bests Peter in battle, Peter emerged the victor ( Read more... )

My mom wanted my dad to buy some Cheetos. My dad had me drive him to the store with my Cavalier. He likes to pester me when I'm driving, telling me to turn when I'm already turning, telling me I'm going too fast (when I'm driving the speed limit), or telling me I'm going too slow (when I'm driving the speed limit). He almost broke the passenger ( Read more... )

Both Linda and my mom prefer snow cones over bubbletea. They must be insane.

Linda and I ran into Casey and Ken while getting some bubbletea. Linda didn't talk much, but she's not that comfortable talking with people anymore (unless it's online).

We saw the latest X-Men movie today. Storm was always one of my favorites, but she's now surpassed ( Read more... )

Peter invited me to go to a Super Smash Bros. Melee tournament at the mall with him next week. I don't know how well I'll do, but it sounds fun (just as long as the competitive atmosphere doesn't get to me). If only Corey or Dan were here-I think Dan is a much better SSBM player than I am. I barely play anyway, and I know that Corey, Dan, Ray, ( Read more... )

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God damn door ( Read more... )

A cluttered mess-bent and torn postal boxes obstructing the path to the closet, travel bags on the floor that have yet to be unpacked, paperclips and other debris spread out on a bedroom dresser, and dirty socks lying on the edge of the bed. Lighting is dim, and the lamp’s rays never fully reach the ceiling. Buried within a heavy blanket is a ( Read more... )

I just spend 67 minutes cutting and pasting three small paragraphs onto my website. I don't know if anyone can fathom the slowness of a computer with a 500MHz Celeron processor with 64MB of RAM running Windows 98, but it's really slow. And the dial-up connection isn't really 56K; according to Netscape Connect's status screen, I'm currently ( Read more... )

When hanging out with Linda V and Jason this weekend, I should have called Casey and Ken to see if they could hang out as well. I should give them a call the next time I want to hang out with friends ( Read more... )

I can't believe my mom can watch Never Been Kissed and make fun of Drew Barrymore's character, calling her a loser. How can anyone not sympathize with Josie, the girl who represents every boy and girl who's ever been picked on in high school? It's astonishing to here my mom say, "Yeah, she still a loser; she's a virgin." Terrible, I say ( Read more... )