Sunday, August 25, 2002
Broken Snake |3:26 AM|
Why the hell am I at home on a saturday night? Well, for one thing I'm saving money. For another, my house needs to be cleaned. Third, no one called me. Sadly, though I try to take the intiative in a lot of situations, planning social outings is not one of my strong suits. I live in the past too much. Not much else to do, nowadays. I fully intend to get something important accomplished tommorow. I've got to use my paypal account to pay for an acution for a friend. I've got to order the videocard and motherboard for my parent's computer, I have to make sure the T-shirts are being made, I need to mail back some books to a friend, I need to schedule a commercial shoot involving a lot of blood, and I need to get my hands on my windows CD in order to re-install my OS and then Worldcraft. Job lists are terrible run-ons.
I keep hoping for a change, but that's not going to happen if my schedule consists of "wait for change".
I'm helping my folks build a computer. Not a top of the line model, but I'm getting them tremendously reliable hardware, for fairly cheap. Duron chip, nice motherboard, tested and true soundcard, stuff like that. If I have to fix the damn thing, then it's going to be easy.
I was talking to a guy last night, another Nathan as it turned out. Nice guy, but he kept getting more and more drunk. Half a bottle of Skyy will do that. He actually called a girlfriend of his in Houston, apparently for the purpose of hooking me up with her. It was very sweet of him, and I did make an effort to stop him. Calling an ex-girlfriend while drunk is probably a bad idea, especially since the purpose of the call was some kind of third degree of seperation booty call.
The internet is a strange place, name wise. The guy knew a fair amount of my real name, and I managed to get his real name as well. It's peculiar to see your name in type. Nowadays, just seeing "Cecil" is a bit disconcerting. It's not the name I was born with, by any means. But it now carries part of the weight of my given name. It's what I was called by people I truly cared about, and it's the name I am known by to several people I'd call friends. That is, if I ever met them in "meat space". Now, all of a sudden, this woman I've never met, and have had almost no contact with whatsoever, knows my real name, where I live, and that I find her attractive. Wonderful.
Shit, I should go back to talking to this guy, instead of typing about him. I doubt he reads this crap, though.
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///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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