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| It was my dad’s birthday yesterday, as well as my parents’ anniversary, and it was my mom’s birthday four days before. It some ways it’s very convenient for all three events to be so close by – it makes it hard to forget them. In other ways though, it’s really a nuisance, especially if you don’t have enough money for one gift, let alone two or three. I need a job. I never have any money unless I ask my parents for it, and I have this horrid independent/prideful streak that makes me hate asking anyone for anything. I know it’s a flaw. I know my parents don’t really mind giving me money, and my friends don’t really mind giving me rides. But still, I hate asking for them. I’ll accept graciously if they’re offered – usually. So long as I haven’t got too much from that person in the recent future. If the same person has given me a ride three days in a row or so, I’ll try my absolute very best to not let them give me a ride again, even if they want to. It’s worse if one of my friends is offering me a ride, but it’s their parents driving. I feel less bad about making my friends give me things than I do about inconveniencing their entire family. I hate to be a burden or a bother.
Is there anything more frustrating than really, really slow computers? I don’t think so. I hate my dad’s computer. It’s so incredibly annoying! It loads about one page a minute – oh, and that’s one page without images. If there’re any images on the page, it might very well take all day. I’m writing this post in word, in hopes that by the time I’m done, the post page on my blog might be up. Ah well, it never hurts to be optimistic, eh? I went to see the Terminal last night. It was really good. I liked it so much more that I though I would. We generally get exchange students to come and stay with us each school year, and The Terminal opened my eyes to what it must be like for them, living in a country where they know no one and barely speak the language. The characters in the movie seemed really, well, real, and I could sympathize with all of them. One of the better movies I’ve seen in awhile. I was going to end the post with the bit about The Terminal, but I see that the screen to post what I’ve written isn’t ready for me yet. So, I shall blog a bit more. Looking over at my counter, I see that I’ve broken 900 hits. That’s so astounding! In my opinion, I don’t write about anything that would be of interest to anyone other than me. A summary of my blog in my mind go something like “Movies blah blah blah money blah blah blah parents blah blah blah stupid people are stupid blah blah blah wow, look at this blah blah blah whine blah blah blah I’m so cool blah, blah and blah.” Not all that interesting in my mind, even to me. And I wrote it! Taking cues from Jager, this is another blog about nothing. And my nothing’s not even half as funny as his is. But I guess people like reading about nothing. Who can explain it? I'm listening to: eh, band music stuck in my head ~me~ at 2:27 PM Comment if you...
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