Monday, June 14, 2004

*shoots the damn computer*
I had a much longer version of this post almost entirely typed up, but the computer decides to do an illegal operation on internet explorer while I'm eating dinner.

So now I'm angry and I'm going to be brief.

The San Diego trip was as I expected it to be- we got there, stayed at my dead grandmother's house, my dad got all irritable, and we went to bed.

The next day we woke up and went to Fry's Electronics, which, as I have stated before, should be considered Mecca for anybody who isn't Amish. It's such an awesome electronics store- they have a section dedicated to computers that's probably as big as half of our entire Circuit City. However, that wasn't the focal point of today's visit to my favorite place in the world. We headed over to the video game section (as usual) and picked up DDR Max2 with a good pad. My brother bought Time Crisis 3, or Duck Hunt for a new generation, as I like to call it, but we didn't have a chance to play either one until after school today.

We went to "Grandpa Allen's Family Restaurant," ate some corn dogs, doodled on the backs of the crayon game paper things they gave us (I drew DeathBaby, whom most of you don't know.. Yet), and I saw a gamer guy with a shirt about 8-bit gaming. He noticed my Poison Mushroom "Game Over" shirt, but that was about it.

It's nice to see a gamer in public who's not alone or on a computer. He was with his girlfriend, or wife, or something, I believe. He sort of reminded me of Tycho from Penny Arcade, but it couldn't have been him. Do they even live in Southern California?

We then went to the La Jolla Aquarium, where we saw an exhibit entitled "The Mysteries of the Seahorse," though there wasn't that much intrigue around seahorses, and there were stupid boy scouts running around tapping the tanks, right next to a sign explaining that tapping disrupts the fish and that they go crazy and run into each other, resulting in pretty bad injuries.. And the little children, pressing all the buttons and giggling with glee. "Whee, look, mommy, I made the lights on that map of the US Pacific Coast light up, but I don't give a crap about what any of it means!" I mean, I don't expect little children to really care about jellyfish care facilities across the country, but it just bothered me for some odd reason. Maybe it was because I was never like that- even when I was six we'd go to the Natural History Museum and I'd read the little plaques next to the dinosaur skeletons.

After that, we visited family, and went back to our home in Palmdale, DDR in hand and laptop in.. Well, lap. We got home at around 12:30 AM, and I fell asleep very quickly.

School has been bittersweet as of late. Every day, every period is just free time, and we all talk. It's great to talk and everything, but most of these people have no idea that I'm moving. I wonder what will happen tomorrow, our last day, when they find out..

Either way, I'm thinking about bringing my camera. I'd like to remember these people in a more natural state than the forced smiles as seen in the crappiest yearbook ever conceived (I blame my partner- I only made good pages).

I've listened to De Stijl by The White Stripes God knows how many times now. I just can't get tired of this CD, haha.. Weird. I now have an urge to buy every CD of theirs. I'm suspecting subliminal messages in the simplistic drum beats..

Oh my God, how did I forget about the laptop? We have my dead grandmother's laptop, which was basically as good as new (only two files on it that aren't required), but it has only 18.6MB on its hard drive and 128KB RAM on a Windows Millenium Edition OS. I'd really like to upgrade it, but I'll still use this desktop for most of my internet affairs. My dad's all crazy about "not getting this laptop all junked up with Spyware like our computer." Like the laptop isn't ours now? She's dead, she never used it anyway, get over it.
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