Now More Happier.


Suck it, computer.

So this morning when I got on the computer, the sound didn't work. After about 3 hours of attempted subjugation, I gave up and plugged my mp3 player up to the speakers. Then the battery ran out, so after a few minutes of silence, I decided enough was enough. After a few minutes of trying to figure out wtf was wrong and asking around, I realised I couldn't install them as a non-administrator. I set it so that instead of the welcome screen, you get the log in box and try logging into adminstrator. No luck. I boot up in safe mode, log onto administrator, install the drivers, and now have sound.

Typing this has made me realise just how much of a geek I am.


So, I'm at the house for the weekend again. Except this time, dad's here too. With the exception of the dogs not being here, it is, superficially, much like it was October 16. It's a pretty weird feeling, though neither pleasant or unpleasant. My dad's almost definitely going to be moving away, which sucks hard. We're pretty close, and I'm going to miss him. At this point, his choices are Florida or Pennsylvania. They both have their ups and downs, and they're far enough away that he can 'start over.' He told me why he wants to move, and I can't fault him for it. I understand. In the end, it will probably be better for him. Right now, though, it sucks. I suppose I'll be able to drive soon, and see him once in awhile.



Well, there's a pretty good reason I didn't update last weekend. I went to the mall/movies with a girl named (in an odd coincidence) Sarah. It was pretty cool, we hung out at her mom's house for a little while, then went to Books A Million and walked around. Then we walked over to Southpark mall and had dinner somewhere and then saw The Incredibles. I'd normally give a review here or something, but I was holding her hand and not paying much attention a lot of the time. I'm not really sure how I feel. At only 17, there are, I feel, atleast a few feelings that I have yet to experience. So, is it love? Maybe. I don't know. Unfortunately though, I'm unsure how she feels. I feel the need to talk to her, but there's never really a good time. Maybe during lunch or something. Except, as much as I want to find out how she feels, I am afraid. I am afraid that I will hear she doesn't feel the same for me, that my feelings shall go unrequited again. This would be made all the more bitter by the fact that, at one point, I am fairly sure that she had feelings to match mine. I am also afraid that I will come off as some over bearing jerk who feels that he is entitled to something he isn't. Probably the first, more than the last. Definitely both. I was considering calling her when I got back to Prince George, ostensibly to see if she wanted to go to homecoming, but also to try to see how she feels now. Then again, maybe I'll just get her to come have lunch with me and we can talk then.

This all seems so easy in the abstract. I wish that it were easy in actuality.

Aside from this bit of the old melodrama, I guess life is pretty much same old same old. I got Halo 2, it's pretty damn bad ass. There is one big problem with it, but just in case anyone reading this hasn't played it and is planning to, I won't give it away. I'm such an awesome guy. School's going pretty well. I've got a few projects due, but oddly enough I can't seem to care. One is in German, and I have gotten an 84-87 for the past 5 9 week periods, so I'm not really worried about my grade in that class. Basically, because it's always the same. I've also got a couple projects due in English, one actually over do. It's a persuasive speech. I was going to write it about how Ashley is ugly and stupid and hardly worthy of being called a human being. However, it's for school, and I can't write two pages of non-profanity about that dumb whore. The extent of her dumbness: She's got herpes, blames it on the fleas currently creating a minor nuisance for the dogs, and refuses to get it treated. She has, to my knowledge, given it to atleast 2 other people. Like I said earlier, dumb whore. So anyway, I'm thinking my new speech will be on why the English alphabet should be ammended to remove those useless letters that only make the sounds of other letters. For example: C. I hate that fucking letter.

Fuck you, C. Fuck you hard, mr. "I can't decide if I'm an S or a K sound."


Next project.

Right now some Apple Crisp is in the oven. I'm mostly baking it out of spite because I didn't know that there was a can of apples in the box (seriously, who does that? Nobody.) and so I got made fun of when I mentioned it while visiting my dad today. So now, well, apple crisp time.



As soon as the oven heats up, I'm going to cook up some brownies. Wish me luck.

Also, I hear that guys that can cook are hot, so women of the world, you may start throwing yourselves at me now.


Back home for the weekend.

I don't really have much to write about. I got a pretty good report card (my lowest grade being my one C+ in physics and having an 89 average over all), and I'm getting a class ring. Maybe I'll find a way to take pictures or something after the ring ceremony. I believe construction on my room is about to start for real, but I could be wrong. I'd like to get this computer moved over there asap, though, and I refuse to do that until there are doors with locks in between it and the general public. Or, for that matter, everybody in the house that isn't me.

The election is over with. Of course, I'm happier with the current outcome, but perhaps now the zealotry and proselytizing (and especially proselytizing zealots) can stop. From both sides. Seriously. Please.

As a last note, there's an organization...SVCA (Southside Virginia Council of the Arts), and in Team Design, we were supposed to design a logo for them. Mine, made originally as a complete joke so that the teacher would quit telling me to start working, apparently got a good bit of attention. While Trevor's got chosen (and, personally, were much more worthy) they want to make an event using mine. It's kind of hard to describe, though it's fairly simple. A poorly drawn explosion, colored in by hand in yellow, with hand written type and labels. A stick figure adorns the side, replete with his own labels. Maybe later I'll do a reproduction and upload it somewhere.

There are also some thoughts I need to sort out. Since those involved may or may not read this, I'd rather not go into them. Standard teenage things. However, I think this weekend of blissful solitude will help.


Good news.

So, Monday, Ashley stayed home from school. Hearing of this, her parole officer decided to come and see what she's up to. So, he comes over and gives her a piss test. And, of course, she failed. So, hopefully, she's gone on the 9th. Either for 30 days or for good. The house will be much calmer, much less dirty, and the average IQ will rise something on the order of 25 points.

I feel like dancing.