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chris says he can build me a new computer for $500. when i asked my dad if he'd be willing to finance that, he said, 'what's wrong with your old one'? ...what, you mean other than the part where it's a piece of crap? ::sigh::

chris visiting was fun. he bought me thai food, and we idled on the computer for a while. and no one fell off the bed. and erica didn't come back, which is good, cause that could have been embarrassing..
i feel bad; i don't really have anything to give back. he has money, so he can buy me stuff and travel down here to visit, but i don't have anything to give him other than the friendship of a mooching college student. ::sigh::

aim updated itself and killed all of my away messages, along with my font and disabling of graphical smilies. boo.

i was so tired, i know it'll fuck up my sleep schedule but i took a fitful sort of nap starting around 7. and now i'm sleep-mazed but a little more rested, and i have to do my physics. (probability stuff, and he hasn't taught us any of the formulas that i *know* exist and would make things so much easier...)

i need to shower.

i like my cozy fencing shirt.
bah, i should fence this week. i've gotten sedentary enough that i don't really want to start exercising again. but the bruises are mostly gone, so...

i should call my grandparents. i'm visiting nana in march (she sent me cookies i don't like! go her!) but i haven't even sent thankyous to my other grandparents. bad me. no cookie. (but it works cause i didn't like 'em anyway.)

i should clean my room too. i'd probably discover all sorts of clothing i didn't realize i still had.

watched orphans last night with chris. i saw a clip of it when i was in scotland; it's set in glasgow, and the actors are scottish, if not glaswegian themselves. it was subtitled. i didn't have any difficulty understanding it. i didn't realize how much more of an allegory than a story it was, but it was still cool.

::hums idly::

right, fysx.

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ee. i'm still sleep-dizzy. and there's a sore spot just under the corner of my jaw on each side. i think my lymph nodes are swollen or something.

hoping that sugar might wake me up a little.... i wish nana would realize that i don't like nuts, and the only reason i ate them when she visited our house was cause i'd get in trouble if i complained or picked them out. bah. same with onions. i might end up cooking for her when i visit, depending on how her ankle is. maybe i can drive her car, too. i wanna drive. she's got a *nice* old lady car - everything's automatic, and it's really comfy so as to not shake her old bones.