“Water diet”, Working out, AC, (General bitchings)
My last entry was jumbled and used too many parentheses (I seem to be doing that more and more... heh, like now 
I blame the Stephen King books, it's all their fault!) and I just wanted to up another entry up to move it off the current entry page I don't have anything to talk about... not anything at all, actually.
I could talk about how it's my fifth day of being on my "water diet," and how soon it will be the longest I have ever gone without any soda (for like, 15 years or more?) and I'm starting to crave it like a madwoman. I prefer the thickness of soda over water, it's more refreshing to me, and it's been a pain to try to take pills for my regular headaches because with water I end up gagging and struggling to swallow them, and they always end up stuck in my throat. I didn't learn how to swallow pills until I was like 14, and though I never had problems with starting out (I just took one with no problem while under some peer pressure and was fine with it from then on) but now it feels like I'm making up for all the time I should have had trouble transiting. I just can't get past the fact that water tastes like I'm licking metal... years ago my parents tried getting bottled flavored water for me, but that stuff was just disgusting. There's no difference from tap water than bottled water (don't believe me? Check out this episode of Bullshit), so that's not really my problem since I've always been against buying bottled water, anyway. It's just... ugh. I hate it when people tell me that drinking things like soda will leave me dehydrated... how the fuck so? It's a fluid, it has water in it... just don't get the logic in that...
Anyway, I'm rambling. Going on and on about how much I prefer soda certainly isn't helping me not crave it more. I'm just glad I already got rid of my caffeine addiction before I tried this water only thing seriously. Granted, I've tried to do the same thing many times, but this is the longest I've ever lasted without cheating I think.
Other than that... I did about 100 sit ups just a little while ago (like doing 25 real fast, then stopping for 5-10 seconds, then doing another 25 real fast) and now my stomach is like stinging... not sure if that's good. I've been getting more and more frustrated with myself that I'm not taking walks... maybe I'll finally be able to push myself out the door tomorrow for it. Even if I have to pluck my eyebrows early so I'll feel comfortable in public (since that has been the excuse I've been giving myself for not going), I'll have to do it. I'm sick of switching on MTV when I'm bored and seeing all these flat stomach women, and longing to have that since I never really have, even when I was thinner... I'm so close to already having that, and I'm just to lazy to take the few extra steps.
I also have begun to hate how hot my parents keep the house. I never noticed before because I never had the option to change it... but now that I have my AC, I find that I have to run it for 3-4 hours, and then can only have it off 2-3 before I have to turn it back on again. I don't like living in temperatures that are only comfortable enough to sit still in because if you were to move you run the risk of getting that hot hot flash that hits you and makes you realize you might start sweating soon. And then, combine that temperature with my room, which I have to keep the door closed to (because otherwise, if I make any noise at all during the night, I'll wake my parents who's bedroom door is right outside mine and is always open), it just gets so stuffy and muggy in here I can't stand it. I don't like running the AC as much as I have, but it's not like I have much of a choice. I don't care if my father is comfortable in boxer shorts and a t-shirt, laying down in a dark room with no blankets on him. I want to be able to wear pants and be in a lighted room with a TV running and my computer, to be able to move around when I want to, and still have the luxury of closing my door for some privacy and not have to worry about paying the price of roasting alive just because I want that. Fuck that. He can't save money on the AC bill anymore, and he can't avoid not wanting to spare the money to fix the house's AC that's been broken for years and years... I'm just slowly taking it from him everytime I have to flick my loud AC on for hours at a time, numerous times a day. And even though I feel bad about doing it, it feels so good at the same time.
Hrm. Apparently I didn't have much to talk about, but had plenty to bitch about. Whoops.
Drinking water, Caterpillars, Thinking aloud
Just to resolve the worries I had about Stephen yesterday: I called him after I had finished writing, sometime around 9:20. He started out by telling me the same thing he told my mother (that he had "something wrong internally") before he just outright told me it was stomach/digestion problems. It's somewhat related to my own stomach stuff, but not closely... his may be more serious (something causing too much blood), so I think he said he had an appointment sometime this week for it. I tried to prep him for a possible Sigmoidoscopy, since my father's had them as long as I can remember and I had one myself last summer, but it's nearly impossible to really prep for that... especially when Stephen is making sarcastic remarks
And the thing about his brother acting odd... Stephen said something after I told him that, and though I can't remember what he said exactly, it just meant to was calling Chris slow It's something Stephen has joked about for as long as I can remember, and as bad as it sounds, maybe I'm finally starting to agree with him
I'm on my fourth day drinking nothing but water. I couldn't seem to regulate my diet enough so I wouldn't eat monstrous amounts of food all day long, so I figured I would just drink water instead of Pepsi for a while to lose those some weight before Matt comes here... and, considering that I hate, hate hate hate water with an undieing passion, it's really stressing my determination. I've only been drinking maybe 1 or 2 glasses a day, which I think cancels out the whole point :ehh: If I do keep with it though, I wouldn't be losing allot of weight anyway but it'd still be something nonetheless. Matt's seen basically all the pictures I have of myself back when I was in high school (when I was about 15 pounds lighter, or at least looked it) and I'd like to look like that while he's here (though I know it's impossible to achieve with only 17 days till he arrives) just because I'd like to look nice. It'll be the last time we will be able to see each other for a very long time (maybe up to 5 months if we can't arrange anything for the end of summer) so I'd like to look my best. I know he'll love me and find me sexy no matter how I look, but I'd just like to feel sexy as well, which will in turn make me be moreso just because of my attitude about it... or whatever. I feel weird worrying about my weight, because my weight is fine... I never understood why people fussed over 10 pounds, and even now while I almost am doing it myself, I still don't.
Well, now that I think about it, that's wrong. I spent most of my time in high school wanting to gain 10 pounds rather than lose it... and now that I have, I'm unhappy with it. Go figure.
I had wanted to go for a walk today, and had almost convinced myself that I would, but when I invited my mother to come, she refused... and that seemed to let the air out of my motivation tire. I still wanted to go outside, though, so I took the cats out. It was then I was glad I had not walked, because the air was muggy and heavy, not at all the airy spring feeling it had to it the last time I went outside (which I can't even remember when that was... sad...). I tried blowing more bubbles for the cats, but they just ignored it and ate grass. My mother came out twice, once because I begged her to(because it's more fun to take the cats outside when someone is out there with me, since they don't do anything cute or funny... they just eat more grass...) and another time when I found jazzy with those white puffy dandelion seeds all over my face, which I thought meant she tried to eat it and just had to show my mother with her having them all over her face. Earlier I couldn't remember the name "dandelion", so I called them what I used to call them when I was little: "blow it's"... because that's what you did with them, you blew them Sounds perverted to me now, but when I was a kid I would freak out when I saw them and scream that name and go running over. I miss being a kid.
My mother noticed some caterpillars on the side of the house before she went inside. I can't remember the name of them... a couple of years ago they were spraying all over LOW, trying to kill them, because they can kill a whole tree easily. They're black with orange fur that sticks up on them. I used to love the hell out of them when I was little... I even had this little cage I collected them in, and would take it to school so I could collect some off of the trees there. The last time I remembered ever seeing them was my freshman year of high school... it was gym period, and because either we didn't dress out or didn't get below a certain time in the daily mile (which I was never able to :ehh:) we were stuck walking around the track while everyone else did regular gym activities. These caterpillars were all over the track, and these stupid assholes kept purposely stepping on them and killing them. They actually started doing it more to spite us because me and my friends asked them not to. I tried to pick up as many live ones as I could and throw them back in the forest to the right of the track (which I'm sure hurt them, but I couldn't leave the track and I'm sure it was better than being stepped on). I remember one girl, named Charliene (sp?) actually handed me a couple to throw in the woods (she either didn't want to or was weak from whatever kidney treatment they were giving her at the time... it was the first time we had spoken to each other in maybe 5 years, though I'd known her basically all my life). She ended up dieing in a car accident just a couple weeks after school let out, which was only about a month later.
... But anyway. I ended up taking one of the caterpillars off the side of the house and letting it walk over my hand for a bit. After I took the cats inside, I actually went and got my camera to take a picture of it. My camera doesn't do close close ups (need to be about a 6 inches - a foot away for the "detailed" option to really work) and I was only able to get two very blurry pictures of it before my camera's battery died. I haven't downloaded them off the camera yet, but I'm pretty sure they'll be too blurry to put them in the photo log section like I would have liked.
I had been looking forward to tape recording Sex and the City tonight, because they are supposed to be replaying season 4 and 5 back to back in preparation for season 6 on June 22. I had totally forgotten, and had to frantically run to the living room and look for a blank tape a little after I had stumbled across it being on a little past 8. I don't think it recorded... I had really wanted to surprise my mother with having some of season 4 to show her, since she had really seemed to like Sex and the City while we watched the DVDs I had of it. But, not like it matters much... for some reason they always put the shows out of order, for reasons I don't quite know.
I'm just babbling about anything and everything today... Mainly because I started writing in the first place because SWG (which I'm now more and more believing that I won't buy once it hits stores... DAoC was much more fun. Maybe I'll by their expansion once it goes live and play that again for a while...) was down, I'm sick of messing in PSP, there's nothing on TV, and I didn't feel like reading any in "Insomnia" right now, which I started sometime late yesterday evening. Oh, and also, AIM has been signing me off and on all day, and now it finally didn't sign me back on in the 3 minutes it tried to reconnect... and I'm not sure if the internet is dead or if AIM is just dead, and I'm actually too lazy to move my right hand over to the mouse and check.
I think now, more or less, I'm actually talking to myself
Usually all day I have thoughts of "I'll have to write about this or that." I've actually debated on whether or not to keep a little list of things as they come to me so I won't have those moments where I've written my entry for the day (been trying to do only one a day, to be more journal-ish) and then think "fuck, I forgot this or that, shit" and then try to put it in my mind enough to remember for tomorrow. Which just means I'll forget about it tomorrow; of course, naturally. Like me drinking water now instead of Pepsi... I remembered by some weird chance today.
Ugh... Ok, gonna stop now. Internet's back.
Stephen, Michelle, 11 months
Right now, I'm awaiting a phone call from Stephen. Sometime last night, while I was out in the kitchen talking to my mother (and was also on the phone with Matt at the time), my mother mentioned that Stephen came in Giant the other day to pick up a prescription. They talked some, and he said that he had switched jobs... which is odd, considering the good situation he had going on where he was currently working. The only thing I can assume is that he meant he switched what he did at the same kennel place... he had told me about some major pet food brand (forget which) had given the breeding kennel (or whatever it's called... they breed and train animals for personal and "professional" use) he works at a large sum of money to raise some dogs on a certain type of food, and then have them do certain tests (the type where when they get the wrong answer they get an electrical zap... sounds cruel to me, but it's supposed to just jolt them and not really hurt) and that Stephen said there was word that he could be apart of that. So, I'm assuming that's what that is... I'd just like a chance to tell him I'm happy for him if that's how it is, since he had sounded excited about getting that job when he told me about it before.
The other thing was what (I'm assuming) he was picking up the prescription for... my mother told me that he said he had "something wrong internally." WTF? If he just had a cold, he would have just outright said it... or, hell, even if it was something as drastic as cancer, I don't really think he would really hide it like that and not tell my mother. But, never know... he might have done just that. It has me worried, but probably for very stereotypical reasons, and I feel bad for that. I've been worried about him for a while, and I can't help it... the way he just meets guys online, meets them in person shortly after, and then doesn't really hesitate to plunge right in (sorry, dirty pun). I can't say too much about it, though, because I've basically done the same thing over the years, since all the *real* relationships I've had have been with people I met over the internet. There are some differences, I guess... I've met all the people I have by accident, while Stephen has been looking through personal ads online to find people. I usually make it a rule to know the person for at least 2-3 months before I meet them in person, while Stephen asks me (since he always directs his relationship questions to me, for some reason 
if 3 weeks is long enough. I've always told him that if he feels comfortable to go for it... but just hearing what my mother said he said, makes me afraid for him and guilty all at the same time. From what I've heard, the guy he is currently with (since it is a relationship, as best as I can tell) is *very* nice, successful, and caring toward Stephen... but I saw what this same lifestyle did to Michael (though it wasn't bad, it certainly was painful for him), and it worries me. Stephen and Michael are two very different people, but... ugh, I just can't help but be concerned. I am calm about it at the moment, though... because there's really no point in getting my panties in a bunch if it turns out to be nothing at all. Plus, if it is something like what I'm worrying about (which isn't just about STDs like AIDS... he could have been in an accident, been physically hurt in some way... there's a variety of things that could have gone wrong) it's not like there's anything I can do about it. Or even if it isn't what I'm afraid if, there's still nothing I can do for him.
I had promised myself I would call Stephen sometime today, and around 5:30ish, I remembered to. I don't have his cellphone number (I keep losing everyone's freaking phone numbers) but I had his house phone number on the caller ID on my phone. I called it, and his little brother Chris answered. I asked if Stephen was there, and he paused for a second and asked me who it was. I told him Chrisy, and I heard him take the phone away from his face a little and say "It's one of Stephen's friends" (though he should remember me... don't know what that's all about) and then Stephen's father picked up. He said hello, and I think he asked if it was me, and then he said Stephen was at work. I asked when he'd be back, and he said sometime between 8 and 8:30ish. He asked if I wanted Stephen to call me back, and I said sure, and then we said "take care" and got off the phone. It's now 8:55 and he still hadn't called. I plan on calling him after I finish writing all of this.
Just now something dawned on me. The fact that Chris didn't just tell me Stephen was at work, but instead handed the phone to his father to take care of the call... it's like they were checking to see who it was that was "one of Stephen's friends." It makes me think that they're screening the calls for certain people that could be calling for Stephen... maybe Ed especially. Or, maybe it's just because I'm getting myself all worried and hyped... but when I really think about it, it seems abnormal for them. I don't call them often, but I know Chris is capable of telling me that Stephen is at work and when to probably call back... he's like 10 or 11, he should have no problem with that, and never has before.
Anyway... :ehh:
In better news, Michelle called me for like 20 minutes while I was feeding Herbie. I was concerned about her, since she has not been online or updated her online journal in more than a month, and she told me that it was because her little laptop died sometime shortly after that, so she hasn't been online really at all since. I had a fleeting thought of giving her my old laptop, but even though it might be newer than the one she just had, the one I have is in horrible shape (cuts off randomly, freezes, has some weird problem with opening stuff where it won't minimize things anymore... it needs to be reformatted, but I don't have a win98 CD, so, ehh). We caught up a little with each other... I haven't really had much going on, but I told her about the job that I was supposed to be getting the weekend after she was last visiting (which was like in mid March.. I can't believe it's almost been two months since she was here. I still remember sitting in the Rugged Warehouse parking lot with her while she put on the new shoes she just bought, and how rank nasty the shoes she had been wearing were and I still have the photo album that she left last time with pictures of her and Darien... I remember being a little hurt there were no pictures of me in it. But anyway) and she was shocked about that. Since we've talked, she and Rachel have moved in with Rachel's aunt at her house (which I knew they were going to do, but they had just done it last weekend) and she's about to get a full time job at Old Navy opening the front of the sore (registers and stuff). It pays $12 an hour, so that was awesome. Now that they're in a house (with no rent) she can finally save some money. She talked again about maybe transferring to the Fredericksburg Old Navy maybe. It'd be nice, but who knows. It was just nice to hear her voice again. When the phone first rang, I thought it was Stephen, but I squealed a little when my mother read Michelle's name off the caller ID
But, other than all that... I've been trying to make a layout for the domain, but haven't really been that serious about it. Parts of me don't want the domain anymore I may keep it, may not... maybe it'll grow on me more when I finally get a layout made for it, who knows. And other than messing around in PSP, I've been talking to Matt on the phone alot recently and been looking out for whenever HBO replays last Sunday's episode of Six Feet Under (which was the best episode of the season, by far... there's only 3 episodes left in the season 
).
Oh, yes, and, of course...
HAPPY 11 MONTH ANNIVERSARY TO MATT AND I! Love you with all my heart, honey!
Hooplah.org
Ugh... I had written out quite a bunch, but I accidently hit the button on the right side of my mouse, which works like a back button for my browser, and because I was still typing it ended up reloading the entry page and it was blank... so everything I wrote was gone. Blah... I'll try to rewrite it, but it'll be short. Maybe I'll come through and beef it up later with more details, but I don't feel like it right now and want to get an entry out and over with encase I don't feel like doing anything with it later.
Right. So.
For a while now I've been amazed at how much domains cost now... unpretty.net was a chunky $30/month for 300mbs and had a $35/year for registering the domain from communitech.net, and I saw places like cyberpixels offering 400mbs for about $10 a month, and the domain register fee only being $9 for a year.... wtf? Could prices really have changed that much over about a year and a 1/2, or was I just getting screwed back then?
But last night, I decided to check to see whether my planned domain name was still available... and I wanted to just go ahead and register it. I mean, why not? I kept thinking and couldn't come up with a good enough reason... I wanted to, had wanted to, so I did. I registered hooplah.org with cyberpixels sometime around 4AM last night. Afterwords I felt ok, I guess, but also a little bad... like I didn't really *need* the domain, but then again, who really does? I don't have alot of money, but I have enough to spare for something like that... and, god damnit, I'm getting a job soon (whether I just have to show up at Dianna's work and demand I be paid for whatever I'm doing, I'll do it) and it'll all be good. It will. I just still feel like shit about it now, though I'm happy at the same time... It's an odd feeling, and I don't really like it, but it will pass.
I've already got a layout idea for it, and already decided what I'm going to "do" with it. I'm going to make it into what unpretty.net basically was: not really a site by itself, but moreso a portal to a handful of talented hostees. The only real "content" on the domain itself will be an about page, hosting information, and a little blog of sorts that is about happenings on the domain, such as hostee updates, etc... Maybe I'll even give them access to it, not totally sure yet. But that's what I want. I liked it for unpretty.net, and I can try to make it work for hooplah.org. Course, it'll take a while to actually have people wanting to be hosted there. No one really comes here, so it'll be hard getting traffic there period. I'm just hoping that people visit domain sections of site directories moreso than they do for personal sites. Maybe. Who knows.
But... yeah. That's a pretty exciting change for me, considering how bland the rest of my life has been. I'm not sure how I'm going to transfer these greymatter archive files... I really don't want to have to reinstall greymatter and start anew, without my old entries registering. I suppose I'll have to look up how to safely transfer them, or something.
The rest of my time has been spent reading my book (which I finished today. I read about 100 pages in one sitting, and it took about 3 hours. I really did like that book, and I'm sad I finished it. I think I might just buy a copy of it for keeps, which is something I NEVER do) and been playing with the cats with bubbles (are supposed to smell like catnip, but don't, and which the cats are supposed to go nuts over playing with, but they don't... Jazzy sometimes does, but mostly she just sits there interested and fascinated, watching them pop on the floor and then looks up at me to blow more. T-Fee is scared of them and Calico doesn't seem to quite grasp the concept... *sigh* at least I have fun doing it). All in all, rather boring an normal. I went on a Phil Collins downloading spree the other day, and have been listening to those every chance that I get.
Finished my Stephen King book must have really brought out the creepies in me, because shortly after I read the last page I went into the kitchen to get some cereal. I was passing the living room (where my father lay on the loveseat, asleep... god, I hate that...) and I hear a rattling on the screen door of the front door. It sounded as if something was clawing against it, though it was somewhat quiet and frantic. I wasn't the only one that heard it; even though my father slept on, both the cats that also layed on the loveseat woke up, with Calico stretching over to the door in a suspicious and investigating stance. I looked out the big front window through the blinds, and saw no one there. I then walked to the front door, locked the wood door, and then walked to the den to see if I could get a better of look of what was on the porch, but saw nothing. It was odd as hell, especially for it to happen right as I was walking by... and for nothing to be there that I could tell. I didn't want to open the wood door and look up close for sure, just encase whatever made that noise had opened the screen door, or something... something silly.... but still something that creeped me out nonetheless.
Overall, the past couple of days have been good but they feel odd. And I'm frustrated for myself for having rushed through this entry, but I just can't make myself care enough to "fix" it
Internet down, New layout
Last Wednesday, around 10AM, the power flicked off and on. I only know this because the pop my speakers turning off over my TV was enough to wake me up for a moment and acknowledge it. It came back on a few seconds later, though... that seems to be the most the power has ever gone out since sometime in 1999. I think, anyway... could be forgetting.
Some odd things that happened that morning: I had woken up around 8:50 before that. I kept hearing this noise... it sounded as if my mother was using her sewing machine (which is pressed up against the wall behind my closet), but it was as if while she was using it it was rattling against something plastic, and causing a horribly loud that I could hear like it was on top of me in my room. It would only last a few seconds at a time, and then stop. After it happened about 10 times, I finally woke up and checked the clock. I knew my parents were leaving at 8AM for Richmond, and my first thought was that she had opted to stay home instead. I walked out into the hallway, and found the house very dim and quiet... I slowly walked into the sewing room, and no one was there. I would have written it off as something I imagined, but the noise was so real... I think I even heard it once after I was already 1/2 awake. Then, later that day, while I was sitting in the den, I Hethe that garage door was open from the window. This is extremely abnormal, as no one really ever goes out there, and if they do, they always close the door behind them (especially my parents.) This door can also be seen from my bedroom window... so, don't know. Those two things just sat funny with me that day, giving me the creeps a little. Course, me reading creepy Stephen King books probably has allot to do with that.
But anyway.
I didn't officially wake up until around 3 that evening (I hate sleeping in that late), which was around the same time my parents had gotten back from my father's Richmond doctor's appointment. I went to the computer, tried to view some of my regular pages, but the internet wasn't working. This wasn't abnormal after a power blink - all I would have to do is go into the den and push and "unpush" the button on top of the cable modem and that usually fixed it. I did so, and to my surprise, it didn't work. I did it a couple more times with no luck, and then just assumed that the internet was out. No big deal. I told my parents, and then later asked my dad if he could call them and find out how long it was going to be.
To my surprise, after my father asked, the tech guy on the line started asking my dad questions about our modem and what not... which meant the cable wasn't out, and that it was just us. I ended up taking the phone from my father (since he almost started reading information off of the router we had, ugh) and started going over the technical bits with him. Though he seemed helpful, he kept asking over and over again if we had a router, as if he was desperately trying to catch us with one so he could fine us for it. He took me though allot of stupid sets to see if we could get the internet working, like setting up a cable connection in internet options, installing and uninstalling the network card's driver, etc. I kept telling him that we had two computers doing the same thing (and made up this lie about how we just plugged and unplugged them instead of using a router) and that fixing a software issue on one wouldn't fix the other... the likelihood of a little power plink resetting software settings on both computers (well, actually, that's impossible to begin with) or even the chance of both computers, that are plugged into surge protectors, having both their ethernet cards blow out at the same time? Don't think so. The general tech support guy I was talking to was rather baffled, and decided to switch me to an advanced technician person. It took 20 minutes for me to get off hold, and then he tool me through similar steps. We reset the cable modem (unplugging the power source and then plugging it back in) about 5 times roughly, and he was even able to reset it from Adelphia twice. Still no connection working. The phone call with him was mainly spent in silence as he sat there thinking and reading whatever he was using as a guide. Overall, I spent more than 2 hours on the phone with both of them (which was horrible after just having woken up shortly before that) and we couldn't find out what the problem was; the connection from Adelphia to us was fine, and as far as he could tell, our network cards seemed fine enough. He said he would arrange for someone to come out with a laptop and plug into our connection to see whether or not our network cards went on the blink at the exact same time (utterly impossible, but it's the only reasoning he could think of) and then go from there. Though he said that they would be there the latest by the next day, they ended up only having a time spot for 9 to 11 on Friday. We took it, because the snotty woman I spoke to said it was either that or the 6th (goodness, which one will I ever pick?).
So, I spent roughly a day and a 1/2 without the internet. It figures, since I had said I was going to be putting a layout up in the next couple of days and yadda yadda yadda. It was driving me insane that I couldn't check codes online, update anything, etc. I spent most of the time reading or working on what I could for the layout or watching TV while my dad went to the library and used the computer there for his coins.
Finally Friday came around. I got a whopping 3-4 hours sleep before I woke up at 8 (because I had trouble getting to sleep and my mother decided to run the vacuum at 6AM, even though she knew I was struggling to fall asleep). I took a bath, got dressed, and picked up my room some. At some point I decided that even though the den smelled of kitty poop (the litter box is in there, after all) that I'd rather the tech support guy fiddle with that computer than mine... don't really know why, I just did. So, I went in there, unplugged my cable, plugged in the den's, and then reset the modem for good measure. I had found out yesterday that you have to reset the modem every time you switch connections like that, so I figured I might as well do it correctly for whatever tests this guy was going to do. I unplugged it and walked off to make some food. 10 minutes later, I remembered that I had forgotten to plug it back in, and decided I should (since it would be horribly embarrassing for the tech guy to find it like that.) After I had plugged it back in, I reached up and clicked on IE, just out of habit I guess... and whalaa, the internet worked.
For some reason, leaving the damn thing for 10 minutes to reset fixed the problem, whereas resetting it 5 different times for a 30 seconds to a minute didn't do a damn bit of good. WTF logic is that? I know now that it is probably our actual cable modem that needs to be replaced, or it will in the near future. I told my dad about the fix, and tired calling Adelphia to cancel the appointment, but they were having their switchboard worked on (or something) and weren't able to take any calls. But, luckily for us, they called us instead, just to "make sure" we still needed assistance. I guess she was relieved to hear that we hadn't, and as soon as I got off the phone I went about hooking the router back up (which I had hidden in my closet behind my old prom dress so that they wouldn't find it... hell, I had even hid the box that had been sitting on a high shelf in the den. That first tech guy got me really paranoid about them finding the router, the way he kept relentlessly sniffing around for one. Maybe they get a commission of the fee if they find one...) and enjoyed checking all of my sites after a 2 day absence... only to find that most of them didn't update
As for the layout... it was a pain to upload because I tried to rush it, when I should know better than that; it only makes it harder. I suppose it turned out alright... usually I don't like those inframe things (whatever they're really called?) but I figured, what the hell. I think it compliments and works with the layout rather well, though I'm not sure how long I'll keep it before I bring up the other layout I have lined up after this one. I don't really like how the text is kept in such small and confined boxes; it almost makes me feel trapped as well. But who knows... maybe people will like it, and it will continue to grow on me.
I've also turned into a shitty girlfriend again. Blah During the time the internet was out, I didn't really talk to Matt much since the only way to talk was through the phone. I didn't feel like talking on the phone (damn fucking headaches that I keep getting every fucking day) and we didn't really talk about much when we were on the phone. Then, yesterday, I spent all my time preparing the layout to go online (I actually took most of the autobiography visual pictures yesterday before I put the layout up) and then, after I was finally finished, I went on the hunt for some of my old hostee's current sites. I've been desperately trying to locate Emma, but I can't seem to be able to. I was fortunate enough to locate Pei though my old couter statistics for unpretty.net (what are the odds? But, still... I ignored Matt during all of this, and even got a little fussy with him when he was sending random IMs to break the silence between us. It still does get to me after while to be IMing just for the sake of IMing, but I still probably shouldn't have snapped at him like I did. And like now... I'm writing this, and I'm having the craving to read, and that will just be leaving him by himself again. Blah, I suck.
I've also been starving myself, I guess. Not on purpose, really, but the thought has been in my mind that I should be eating less. So, over a two day period, I only had a thing of butter noodles and one piece of peanut butter toast... and that was it. I was sitting there, surfing the web, and I just felt like a big void... and I sent an IM to Matt saying, "I think I may be starving." I guess that's a little what it felt like... I wasn't really hungry, just felt empty. I ended up pigging out a little before I went to bed, so I guess that made up for it.
So that was my past couple of days (and I missed doing the Friday Five, damnit... will next week...) Go sign the guestbook is you like this layout