Saturday, September 05, 2009

So... there's nothing important, as usual. I'm just bored and lonely. I'm sitting at home alone on Saturday night. We just got our internet back so I'm like, "I'll go online! That'll solve everything!" Lol... WRONG! There's nothing to do online. Duh.

About getting our internet back... yeah... we got a really bad virus that took out Windows. Ted's pretty pissed off at microsoft. He had had enough, so he installed Linux. I can't tell if I like it better or not. I need to use it a little more first.

I can't use my stuff with it... I need to learn some round about way to make my printer and various cd rom's compatible with it. I know there's some way to make it work. I can't install my Lexmark printer and I'll tell you what... I could use that baby right about now. It's a good thing essay's can be emailed and letters can be hand written... it is rather inconvenient though.

I don't know what I came on here to say. I'm almost 30. We're counting down days at this point. October 19 is my big day. My 30th year. I'm no longer a spring chicken. I haven't been for some time I suspect, but luckily for me my husband doesn't seem to notice the rate at which I'm ageing. I suppose that's a sign of true love. Or indifference...heh.

I started school again, again. I took the spring semester off because I couldn't pay the fee's for my one class and lab. I got a Pell grant this time so paying for my classes was a snap. I'm taking more than one this time. Music theory, Musicianship, music lab times 2, Spanish and Spanish lab.I'm stoked that my classes were paid for... but my Spanish book was freakin' 200 dollars. The corners were bent too, so I won't get any money when I sell it back. Oh well.

I'm a little worried that I may have bitten off more than I can chew with my classes... only because I entered school this semester with such confidence. Alas.... all I have to do is put in the time. I can make it all work out! I know I can.

I'm going to watch Burn Notice now. It's awesome. I can't wait to see what kind of trouble Michael Weston gets himself into this time.

Bye.