Eeks, I've been infrequent with my e-mails to Michelle, partly due to being swamped and partly due to my need for sleep. I've got to get my act together, but it's just so hard for someone who spent his whole life being lazy, hmm...
Anything else new? Holy smokes I'm supposed to write Anji back (if you're reading this, well, um, I'll write!) and I've got to change the oil in the car, almost 1000 miles over, if dad knew he'd strangle me, gad darn it.
I have YET to hear anything from any of my groups at school, and we're supposed to be working on projects, one of which is due tomorrow, oh happy day, my first fail at the Institute? Argh...
Hey guys, well well well, I've been quite incapacitated for the last few weeks. It's amazing more than 2 people even care or visit this *blog* but I'm glad you do, so apologies all around.
Michelle (a.k.a the woman) was here, with her sister (a.k.a. little, semi-cool at times, annoying, spoilt, brat in a box, but you know I love her...) and they pretty much kept me on my toes 24-7 for the 6 or so weeks they were here. I haven't had so much as to even comb my hair...
I pretty much neglected all computer related stuff: e-mail, icq, surfing, downloading mp3z, and *ta-da*, updating my freaking sites (including THIS one in a big way). Apparently not much people are visiting Neuro and I can't think of any cheap ways of letting people know it even exists. I've gotten some small possibilities of work, since I'm broke, I've been asked to re-design the Mad Tempest and some fashion site which is a little sketchy. Frost Byte should be taking off soon though, my cousin Devon got the ad in a major webmaster magazine and some other publication so we REALLY have to re-design the site, because we can make it SO much cooler, ah well.
Michelle pretty much took care of me while she was here, and it's just so amazing because we just... take to each other, sure we have our stupid spats, but it's never anything that leaves any scars (or at least the ones that stay...). What can I say, there's nothing really bad about it, except for that pesky hundreds of miles between us thing. Now the bed feels empty, and I've sunk back into my old ways (slowly, verrrry slowly), James is still here, so I can't get ALL the way back (which may be a good thing).
I'm stuck with a ton of work, both from this Magazine, school, and freelance work I'm doing to make ends meet. Oh you people haven't heard the best fucking thing, Bell South and MCI charged me a 210 dollar phone bill this month, because instead of charging me 50 cents a minute to Trinidad, they decided to charge my ass almost 2.50 per minute... WELL wasn't I surprised? After my initial shock, James called those bastards and got me a credit for their screw up, thank god for James...
Stac, I haven't gotten your letter yet, but I'm greatly anticipating it, KRYS, I swear I'll write you, I miss you plenty menty. What else is new? Oh yeah, my birthday was on the 24th, a day I wish to refer to as "the fuckety fucked up fucking fuck day", let me explain: I got 2 hours sleep, got up just in time to rush off to school to register for classes next quarter, stood in line for almost 2 hours, rushed back home because people needed to use my car, got dropped RIGHT back in school to endure 4 hours of class, then a 1 hour meeting, then another 4 hour class (all back to back, no breaks), until I FINALLY arrived home and proceeded to remove the toothpicks I had keeping my eyelids open. How was that for turning 20? Hmm, 20, I still really haven't even thought about it... I'll tell you when I do.
Well I'm off to drop Andy and Chris to the airport, yes it's 4:45am, don't ask...