Still no new computer. *sigh* And, it looks like it may not even happen now. Oh, well. My grandmother's dying, so I've been pretty sad recently. She and I are really close. The worst part is that she doesn't seem to know anyone or anything anymore. So, when I go to see her next (if she's still alive by then) she probably will wonder who the fuck I am.
My daughter's attending a special pre-K program for autistic children and is doing REALLY well. Her fourth birthday party is tomorrow. I got her a Dora Star Adventure cake. The thing is $50. I must have been out of my mind to order it. But, how cool is a cake that looks like a goo topped volcano and comes with a Dora the Explorer board game?
I hate going long periods of time without being online. I used to be online everyday for hours. I had blast chatting with people and I made some really great friends. But, you go two weeks and it's suddenly like no one knows you anymore. I made a long ass blog on my myspace page and bulletined that I'd done it. I apologized for not being around....and not one person even acknowledged it. Well, that's not completely true. Larry made a bulletin saying it would be a while before he was online because he's moving and wished me good luck somewhere in his list of comments for friends.
The strange thing is that, although it's way easier to make friends online, it's harder to keep them if you're not constantly there. If you went two weeks without hanging out with a friend in real life, they wouldn't completely forget who the fuck you are. They wouldn't refuse to answer your messages or fail to respond when you tell them your grandmother is dying.
Something else that makes this particularly awkward is that, shortly before our computer burnt out, someone at a private message board I would go to made it obvious to everyone there that she couldn't stand me. I tried to go back there once in a while to say "hi," but it TOTALLY looks like she scared me off. After all, I can't PROVE that my computer's broken. But, then again, I have to wonder how important it is to go back to a private forum where some people actually hate me without even knowing who I am. People become psychos on the internet, I swear.
The good internet news is that I'm starting to get the hang of this 6 year old Apple. True, it's slower, but it doesn't seem to be as slow as it was when we brought it back from it's deep sleep. This is probably due to John's hard work at fixing little problems on it.....like deleting the mountains of porn he had on it. I really can't spend as much time as I did before, though., It just seems like I have to be super invested in the posts to even keep track. Plus, I'm busier than I was before. Busy is good, though.
For anyone who reads this and remembers who I am: Thanks.
My daughter's attending a special pre-K program for autistic children and is doing REALLY well. Her fourth birthday party is tomorrow. I got her a Dora Star Adventure cake. The thing is $50. I must have been out of my mind to order it. But, how cool is a cake that looks like a goo topped volcano and comes with a Dora the Explorer board game?
I hate going long periods of time without being online. I used to be online everyday for hours. I had blast chatting with people and I made some really great friends. But, you go two weeks and it's suddenly like no one knows you anymore. I made a long ass blog on my myspace page and bulletined that I'd done it. I apologized for not being around....and not one person even acknowledged it. Well, that's not completely true. Larry made a bulletin saying it would be a while before he was online because he's moving and wished me good luck somewhere in his list of comments for friends.
The strange thing is that, although it's way easier to make friends online, it's harder to keep them if you're not constantly there. If you went two weeks without hanging out with a friend in real life, they wouldn't completely forget who the fuck you are. They wouldn't refuse to answer your messages or fail to respond when you tell them your grandmother is dying.
Something else that makes this particularly awkward is that, shortly before our computer burnt out, someone at a private message board I would go to made it obvious to everyone there that she couldn't stand me. I tried to go back there once in a while to say "hi," but it TOTALLY looks like she scared me off. After all, I can't PROVE that my computer's broken. But, then again, I have to wonder how important it is to go back to a private forum where some people actually hate me without even knowing who I am. People become psychos on the internet, I swear.
The good internet news is that I'm starting to get the hang of this 6 year old Apple. True, it's slower, but it doesn't seem to be as slow as it was when we brought it back from it's deep sleep. This is probably due to John's hard work at fixing little problems on it.....like deleting the mountains of porn he had on it. I really can't spend as much time as I did before, though., It just seems like I have to be super invested in the posts to even keep track. Plus, I'm busier than I was before. Busy is good, though.
For anyone who reads this and remembers who I am: Thanks.
I hope everything gets better for you.