Saturday, January 24, 2004

Meh
So..my first myOtaku post. I've just started to get on Otaku again ever since our computer recovered from that mother of a virus that damaged our whole hard drive. All of my writings were in that damn folder -- and after dad rescued it once, he put all of the stuff from Microsoft Word into the "safe" folder. After a couple of days, he took them out --stupid, stupid thing to do. The thing came back again, now saying that our register card wasn't working properly, so it wouldn't even start up (well, the first time it wouldn't start up either..) so now all of my additions to my story that were on the computer are gone. Thank god I wrote all of my story on notebook paper, because I knew something like this was gonna happen. But then I got onto the computer and I changed things as I wrote--made them better. Since the span of my book has been about two years from start to finish, starting in like, 7th grade when I was still at my old house, it's really bad at the beginning. No detail--just facts. And it wasn't very interesting, there wasn't much of a plot line. But then! I got into the world of fan fiction and Otaku and all these great books that I hadn't read yet and my writings got better, and you could tell. I changed all that on the computer, and it was great! Then BOOM. Gone...::sigh::. Dad says that he'll try and retreive the messed up files from our old harddrive, but that was about a month ago, and he hasnt' made an effort. He's been working so much on this new house that he has no time to do such things. I'm surprised he remembered that I still didn't have doors. And we've been living here for almost two years. So...he won't give me doors...but a new speaker-doorbell and new siding to the house, yes, yes, do that first! Jeez...

I had to scroll up and see how I got onto this subject. I'm prone to going off on tangents, never really getting to my point..ah! The computer. So now we have sbc yahoo instead of hotmail or AOL (which I hated to begin with) and now our system is clean. Finally. I always hated the comptuer--for personal reasons-- but just because you never knew what it was picking up and what it remembered about where you went or who you talked to, or who it sent all of this information about you to...::shudder::. Oddly enough, I like the unknown. I've been a firm believer of SOMETHING out there...hell, in 4th grade I even convinced myself that I was an alien princess from the planet Yorkshinake that came to Earth looking for peace and my name was Zena...I was a messed up kid. I'll get more into that when I feel like it.

So my hair is all done up in these little twisty thingies to get my hair curly. It's already wavy, but i want it CURLY. It'd be a nice style for the Winter Formal on Saturday. I don't have a date--I don't think it really matters anymore. My best friend doesn't have a date, so hell, i'll just go with her. I don't want to get hurt like the last dance that I went to. It was a girls-ask-guys dance and I really liked this guy, um...lets call him Bob. (original name, yeah, i know). So I asked Bob and he said yes. About a week before the dance he got sick for four days and came back on friday. The dance was on Saturday, so I asked him if he was going or not. He looked really sick, so when he said no, i understood. The dance was fun, I guess, everybody was kinda with their date...sorta...it was a barnyard dance, so it didn't really matter. We went back to school on Monday and i heard that Bob was over at his friend "taylor"'s house the day of the dance. The nerve! He told me he was sick! Then he goes off and spends the day with one of his guy friends? I didn't speak to him for a week. He told me later, when I decided that that was enough of the cold shoulder, that if he had gone to the dance, he would have gotten sicker (it was raining), and so he went over to taylors. I forgave him, but it still just.....irks me. So it really doesn't matter now that I don't have a date to go to the dance with. I have a killer dress though. And plus, my mom didn't have to pay for it-- it was my sisters. Which is odd, because my sister is like, a foot taller than me--but it fit.

So...that's enough for today...hopefully I didn't bore you with my life...
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