9-29-96. . . . My head hurts
I stole the gifts I wanted to
destroyed them, gave them back to you
a famous blank on a famous page
The story burned itself with age
9-27-96, 8:47 pm. . . . They won't give me my check
...because I didn't turn in a pay slip. Now I can't pay rent and I'm going to be evicted. shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit, ooh, new koosh ball. (piff piff piff piff) ahhh.
9-27-96. . . . Ultra Vigil
Okay I've been awake all day yesterday and now it is 4 am on friday and I'm still awake. Why? because I don't know if I can wake up in time to do everything. I'm going to go to work, get my paycheck, go to the bank, cash it, pick up my ULTRA 64 which came in yesterday, go back home, pay the rent, play Mario 64 until my eyes fall out, go to work, work for 8 hours, come home, play more mario 64. not go to sleep again etc etc etc. Seems like a bad idea or something huh? Well technolust is a strange and powerful thing. When I first got this computer I didn't sleep for 4 days. I didn't even rest. I was staring at this CRT. Why? Because I had been technology-deprived for so long that sleeping had become a disdained waste of time. hopefully this Ultra 64 thing will not get outta hand.
9-23-96. . . . Why am I here?
6:36 and I'm still at work. Why is this unusual? Because I've been off work for about 2 and a half hours. SO that means I'm sitting around at work for FUN. Sheesh. I don't know anyone in town I can really hang out with, and all my Kaneohe friends are too flaky to make the trip out there for. Maybe I'll go to Ala Moana and pick up Japanese tourist chicks. I'll show off my nerf darts and mop, that always works. Chad's dad is bugging him to update his page, so maybe you should go check it out. I'm updating my page about every day. Now the ultra page has more huge graphics and a unforgivable embedded .wav. Go see, it should only take about 9 hours to load! ha ha ha!
9-22-96. . . . Shop 'n Mop
6:19 in the afternoon and here I am at work. There's almost nowhere to eat in town on Sunday, everything is closed. I have a lot of food at HOME, but I'm not AT home now. Oh well. The reason I have a lot of food at home is that I went shopping yesterday after work (at 12 pm). The Safeway I went to is about half a mile from my house, I suppose, and I had to carry 20 pounds of groceries in those plastic bags that have handles which stretch into thin little piano-wire-like hand-torture-devices. Eventually I slung all the bags onto my new MOP's handle (I bought a friggin MOP.) and slung that over my back. More comfortable, but very silly looking. I can't complain though. My roommate Ed (yes, the same Ed I work with) had to carry a plunger on his back, like a sword in its scabbard. (waiting to be unsheathed in order to wage mortal combat against toilet clogs! *fanfare*) Anyway today at work the nerf wars have calmed down, but everyone's downloading and playing goofy .wav sounds. Mostly the simpsons. Chief Wiggum:"Ah no, you've got the wrong number, this is 9-1...2.(click)"
9-21-96. . . . Bee wary
It's 5 am and a god damn carpenter bee flew in through the hole in my screen door. Nothing to keep you awake like the knowledge that a helicopter sized bee could be hiding in your bedsheets. Errrrrrrgh.
9-20-96. . . . Running Razors without Net
Today I was looking into the business end of a loaded gun, examining the firing mechanism. It went off suddenly. The projectile struck me in the right side of my forehead. My frontal (and sundry other) lobes would be splattered all over the tech support office wall if it were not for the fact that this was a nerf dart gun. Instead, it was merely embarassing. It seems that since I last was able to update this (no net, I'm moving, remember?) tech support has obtained a few more interesting toys.
Ah yes, moving. On my final run to my old house, my mom asked me why there was nothing in my room anymore. Hmm. She may be a little more perceptive than I gave her credit for. So I explained that I was moving out, yadda yadda yadda. She took it rather well, I think. Even though this means she will no longer receive child support for me, and she will have to move into a smaller house. How sad. Nerve (my Dell P166c) is up and running again, and I supposedly have phone service now, so I'll probably get around to reading my email Real Soon Now. Moving out of your moms house is sort of fun. You buy things you've never really had to buy before. Paper towels. Soap. Dishwashing liquid. I think I am more amused by this than the situation really warrants. Hee hee hee hee hee. Tonight I think 6 or 7 tech people are coming over and bringing computers and net hardware. We are going to have some sort of massive netgame deathmatch.
9-18-96. . . . Moving things
Okay, I moved out of my house and completely failed to tell my mom. Oh well. I'm sure she'll figure it out after a week or so. Simultaneously, I have assisted in the move of tech from office to office. One desk lost much structural integrity during the move and now is pushed up against the wall in order to hide its special little difference. On the bright side, I am now using a pentium pro 200 to write this. God damn is it ever fast. It's like everything is cached in netscape. Microns, too.
During my house move, I stopped at 7-11 to purchase a drink, since it was getting pretty hot, moving all sorts of stuff across the state. While serving myself a drink, I noticed a small posted sign recommending that we "Ask cashier for a color changing straw." I consider myself fairly skillful at following directions, so while paying for my beverage, I politely asked "May I have a color changing straw?" The cashier looked at me blankly for 5 minutes and then started to slowly walk away. "Excuse me!" I said, a little louder. "May I have a color changing straw?". Another 5 minutes elapsed. Suddenly, I saw a dim flicker of comprehension appear in her glazed, convenience-store-clerk eyes. "You asking me?" She grunted. "Yes!", I exhulted "There is a small sign on the drink machine telling me to beg you for color changing straws!" For the next ten minutes brain chemicals burbled through her thick cranial stew. Finally, she reached for a small piece of paper and handed it to me. It was a card granting you a free drink if you bought 8. (there were stampable spaces on it). "Um. Thanks.", said I. Minutes later as I was drinking my 'Mello Yello/Coke' in the parking lot, Kris (who was driving me around) strode out of the store, also carrying a little stamped card. I wonder what he asked her for. I wonder if everyone who asks her a question gets one.
9-16-96 . . . . Monday is Fun Day
Soon we will be in different room.
I hope we have a lot of space, I like sticking my legs out sideways. I also hope the new room is cooler than this one. Last night it was getting pretty hot in here and I was getting a headache. The headache is probably partially due to stress, partially due to temperature, and partially due to being awake a little longer than humans are generally supposed to.
I dunno if I like mondays or not. Waking up super early in the morning is a drag, and my bank isn't open so I can't take out the $600 I need to pay for my new house. Oh yeah, new house. I'm gonna be moving out of my moms house in a couple of days. I guess I better tell her. Ahh, later.