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Thursday, July 21, 2005 |

It must be said, Flash, that you never cease to amaze me. Your writing is so precise, that a comparable work on my part would take much more energy than I spend writing my posts for this blog. I have to admit, I'm rather jealous. Your candid manner and command of the written language is amazing even at worst, and for that, I salute you.

Big Yellow Taxi... |

First, I would like to apologize for the lack of posts, this is at leas tthe 12th time I have written a post for this blog, and never actually submitted it. I promise to do that less from now on.
Now back to the Blog in progress.

Shit.
Shitshitshitshit.

And some other choice words as well.
Today has to have been the shittiest day ever. In case I never mentioned it here before, I work in a local computer business, mostly just cleaning systems up after people manage to get them full of Spyware and other shit from running around on the net with no protection. Well, today, I fucked up. And how. It seemed like a prtty simple problem, a guy came in, a musician, and was having a problem with the headphone jack on his laptop. I fugured it was just a bad connection, and proceeded to merrily rip apart the unsuspecting machine. After disassembling the poor thing, i discovered that the problem wansn't as simple as I had hoped. Turns out that the sound card is right on the motherboard, and therefore not easily fixed. While it was apart, I had connected the monitor and keyboard and booted to check that nothing was grounding out the sound part of the board. Finding no problem there, I put everything back together, all in its proper place and turned it back on.
Somewhere in the distance there was a scream, and the sound of shit hitting a fan.
There was a crack in the LCD monitor. A big crack, rendering all but the top third of the monitor unreadable. Shit. I didn't know how this had happened, and have yet to find out, but after many hours of being on hold with Dell, (and a few minutes talking ot some guy halfway around the globe) I discover that there is no way in hell that they are going to cover this in warranty. Not even on a 2 month old laptop. In the meantime, it should be mentioned that the owner of the computer has a gig to play tomorrow, and needs his machine. I had no choice, but by chance, he has the same model that I do. My machine, (that I never mentioned here... Hey, I got a new laptop, btw.)has much faster hardware, but they are similar enough that his hard drive worked in my machine. So tomorrow, my laptop (somebody think of a better name than CtsTop please) will be taken away from me. Oh, and to sweeten the deal, I now get to order a new LCD for the guy. With express shipping, the total comes to $397.58. just days after I bought a $400 accidental damage warranty for mine. I am gonna be so broke now. At least if the drops mine, it's covered in warranty.

And now on to the original cause of the title for this post, Merna. Honestly, this next paragraph took me an hour to get through, mostly because I can't tell how I feel about her, which sounds horrible. I just don't get it. I admit honestly that what I feel towards her would probably be labeled as love by most, myself included, but I find more often that as I hang out with her, I become more aggravated with myself. It's strange, as we spend more time together, I become more and more paranoid that everything I do isn't adequate-that it doesn't please her. It would be nice if she actually bothered to tell me her opinion once and a while, but alas, any and all attempts to get an opinion from the girl seem useless. Well, that hasn’t been much of a problem for the last few days, due to the fact that she has been visiting her mother out in Las Vegas… whee. So instead of being paranoid and frustrated, I find myself bored, rather lonely, and developing quite the case of bachelor’s wrist. It doesn’t help things that she will only be back for two weeks before I leave for school. I should break up with her, it isn’t fair to try and keep her while I’m 7 ½ hours away. I just really, really, don’t want to.

Damn it all.