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it's 4:30 am, and i'm not tired. this is not a new phenomena. i work midnights for fuck's sake. it's just the debate as to whether to stay up until 7:30/8:00 to feed and let the dog out or to sleep for a while and then get up at 7:30, feed the dog, stay up an hour or so, let him out and then go to bed again. there's a reason for this. i'm animal sitting while jeff and erin get a MUCH deserved "mini-vacation." they both really really deserve it after this week. but that's a whole other story.
i want an imac. i mean really want an imac. i've decided on the 17" with the hard drive upgrade to the 250gb hard drive. and it'd only be $30 a month for me to get it. but i have to pay off my visa first. my parents would (will) freak about this, but i need a new computer, i mean think about it. the duct-tape goddess (my laptop) is 4 years old, held together by duct tape and, while she has a new hard drive, she's pretty much obsolete. yeah, she'll run WoW if i wanted to play, but the graphics would be choppy. and that's just no fun. but i can wait on a new comp... ish. i'm gonna pay the visa down, abuse the student discount at apple before i'm not eligible anymore and then i'm good.
holy shit am i rambling though. this is good. it's been a while. let's see... next train of thought...
i hate my mother's sisters. 3 of them in particular, and i've taken to considering them to not be family anymore. they've put my mother, aunt margie and myself through considerable hell the past few years. not to mention all the (most likely) irreversible damage they've inflicted on omi. oh yeah, she's not walking again. because they've got her on 100mg of seraquil. she was like jelly on 50mg of seraquil. and that's in addition to 2 other anti-psychotics. yeah, i hate my mother's siblings.
things with travis are going quite well. every time i talk to him, i can't help but smile. he's made almost the entire past year just die, it's hard to explain. he makes me feel like someone actually DOES care about me. my mom (and this was a shocker) said to me that she could tell he cares about me, just by the way he is with me. i just about started bawling at that. my eyes got all teary and shit. and that was like 3 days after she met him for the first time. she's NEVER said that about anyone i've dated. i mean anyone. he actually lets me be me. we sit around and just relax, which i absolutely love. and i'm still floored that i've fallen into the rhythm of sleeping in bed with him so quickly.
anyway, the rant is done. though it wasn't really a rant. more a babble. until next time.
i want an imac. i mean really want an imac. i've decided on the 17" with the hard drive upgrade to the 250gb hard drive. and it'd only be $30 a month for me to get it. but i have to pay off my visa first. my parents would (will) freak about this, but i need a new computer, i mean think about it. the duct-tape goddess (my laptop) is 4 years old, held together by duct tape and, while she has a new hard drive, she's pretty much obsolete. yeah, she'll run WoW if i wanted to play, but the graphics would be choppy. and that's just no fun. but i can wait on a new comp... ish. i'm gonna pay the visa down, abuse the student discount at apple before i'm not eligible anymore and then i'm good.
holy shit am i rambling though. this is good. it's been a while. let's see... next train of thought...
i hate my mother's sisters. 3 of them in particular, and i've taken to considering them to not be family anymore. they've put my mother, aunt margie and myself through considerable hell the past few years. not to mention all the (most likely) irreversible damage they've inflicted on omi. oh yeah, she's not walking again. because they've got her on 100mg of seraquil. she was like jelly on 50mg of seraquil. and that's in addition to 2 other anti-psychotics. yeah, i hate my mother's siblings.
things with travis are going quite well. every time i talk to him, i can't help but smile. he's made almost the entire past year just die, it's hard to explain. he makes me feel like someone actually DOES care about me. my mom (and this was a shocker) said to me that she could tell he cares about me, just by the way he is with me. i just about started bawling at that. my eyes got all teary and shit. and that was like 3 days after she met him for the first time. she's NEVER said that about anyone i've dated. i mean anyone. he actually lets me be me. we sit around and just relax, which i absolutely love. and i'm still floored that i've fallen into the rhythm of sleeping in bed with him so quickly.
anyway, the rant is done. though it wasn't really a rant. more a babble. until next time.