The World is My Pork Chop...
Right now I'm downstairs online, writing this entry...My computer upstairs just thought today It should take off. So, I was forced to unplug the blasted thing and give it a very restful break...
Let's hope it survives.
I need it.
This computer made me think about past things. Probably because I haven't been on it since let's see here...well...My MSN inbox has 96 emails in it...any clue there?
Neglected?...no. Just fogotten. It's always been a back-up thing. My dad uses it for work...but it's really slow and old.
Anyway, I'm down here using this thing I realized that it remembers everything. My journal entries, every title ever written is saved into the Subject box...when I went to type this entry, it gave me every known title i've ever typed to pick from...I picked this one...Because I can't really remember it.
I read a bunch of my old journal entries over at my old greatest journal and realized that a lot things...back whenever that was...have stayed the same.
It has variations no doubt, but I still feel the same way I did then. On certain things. On certain people. As if I can't escape them...let them go.
Always.
I also noticed something about my typing habits...although not so significant...I realized, when I slammed my head down on my desk when my upstairs computer died, that my space bar was actually being worn down on the right side. I then started typing down here and realized why. This computer's spacebar is slightly broken on the left and works the best when the right side of the bar is used more. I kept that habit and now I type with the right side of my space bar as a central point for hitting.
Funny really...I'm breaking down the future with habits of the past.
Hmmm...not so far off.
Let's hope it survives.
I need it.
This computer made me think about past things. Probably because I haven't been on it since let's see here...well...My MSN inbox has 96 emails in it...any clue there?
Neglected?...no. Just fogotten. It's always been a back-up thing. My dad uses it for work...but it's really slow and old.
Anyway, I'm down here using this thing I realized that it remembers everything. My journal entries, every title ever written is saved into the Subject box...when I went to type this entry, it gave me every known title i've ever typed to pick from...I picked this one...Because I can't really remember it.
I read a bunch of my old journal entries over at my old greatest journal and realized that a lot things...back whenever that was...have stayed the same.
It has variations no doubt, but I still feel the same way I did then. On certain things. On certain people. As if I can't escape them...let them go.
Always.
I also noticed something about my typing habits...although not so significant...I realized, when I slammed my head down on my desk when my upstairs computer died, that my space bar was actually being worn down on the right side. I then started typing down here and realized why. This computer's spacebar is slightly broken on the left and works the best when the right side of the bar is used more. I kept that habit and now I type with the right side of my space bar as a central point for hitting.
Funny really...I'm breaking down the future with habits of the past.
Hmmm...not so far off.