As the story goes, thier was this party at steves house. Kicking, cool. I got to meet instance. Cool guy. After about the first hour I'm really jonsing to get back on my computer. Heh, About the only time I'm not pluged in, is when asleap. But even then it's not far from reach. Wake up in the middle of the night, and check my mail. How Pathetic is that? Hehe, quite.

I have a swap file on my desktop called sweaver.html.swp, interesting. I'm really enjoying my new iBook. Sexy ;)

I got quite drunk tonnite, but not overly so. Not to the point of just being plain rude. That's a major bonus ;) I'm even using ctrl+h to backspace...must be the unix geek in me ;)

Before my mac would make a quacking sound instead of beeping. I got a bit of grief over it, so now it sounds like a chewtoy. Is that an improvement? One of the guys at work says its 'cute'. Heh, this iBook is cute, fitting.

I've been getting every Bad Religion song possible with napster lately. Sucked down 2.3 albums today at work. Heh, I love the bandwidth! Nothing compares. Being at home on my 56k modem sucks ass compared. It's more like letting a starving man lick a steak. Sick and perverted.

Operation rescue!!!

Sitting in this place, a place I come to for relaxation, and to get away from it all. It hits me. Some bitch from school. Not that I really know her at all. But, for some perverted reason she knows exactly who I am. What the fuck!? I tried very hard to ignore those people, yet they still know who I am. I wouldn't know any of them to save my life at this point. She's like "You know who I am, right?". I respond "No". She seems offended by this. As if we where best of friends or something. WTF!

A similar thing happend at my little sisters graduation. This girl walks up to me, and says "Hi tom". I'm confused, and ask her if she's selling something, you can imagine how it went from there. Not so good. Heh, but in some small way, it's cool that people remember me. That geeky guy who got beat up a lot. Till that one day. Hehe, never again ;)

Maby that's not why they remember me. Who knows though, people are strange.

The people here are too noisy, more mp3 volume!

Somebody is takeing pictures, hmm. I'm tempted to get rid of any film that contains a picture of me. I hate having pictures taken by strangers. Heh, I was told by my parents to not trust strangers, but this is twisted logic. If you don't ever talk to strangers, how do you make friends? How do you get a job? Let alone order food at a resturant you have never been to. LOL. That being the case, everybody would be inbred fucks like in Platsmouth. I hate that town.

The fucking POP operator there takes forever to PC modems. Yarg. Just because they arn't labled isn't an excuse. At least the guy in O'Neil gets them a PC. Granted he tends to take his sweet time to do it, but he does it.

The girl from school asked me if I had an 'iMac'. I'm like 'Fuck no, that's a desktop model, this is a laptop. Duh!', Well, not quite, but that's what it comes down to. Yesh, stupid users, I hate them.

Maby I wouldn't hate them so much, if they didn't call me up so much. "Are your servers down, cuz I can't login", "No, your settings are fucked, shutup". That's what it really comes down to. They never want to accept that it's a problem with thier hardware. I've never understood that. Thier Packerd Hell is like, umm the best. Or, that's what they belive, since they paid way too much for it. Yep. No quality there. No love.

An hour later, after some guys behind me notice I have a fly laptop. They ask me if I have any porn on it. Hell yes. Takes an hour to get them bored with it. Heh, I've seen it all. No big deal. But they have decied that I'm 'cool', or something like that. One of the guys nicknames me 'sideburns'.

I have to work tommorow, but thier is really no chance of going home. It's like 6:00am. I have to work in 7 hours. That would allow me 4 hours at home, not enough to even think about sleeping. The only thing I miss, is having internet access where I am now. Heh, no biggie though. I'll have a super fast connection in a couple hours.

Nothing is open at this time of day but the diner. Not that I would expect anything to be. I mean, this is nebraska. It sucks. In the begining, I thought Lincoln was a busy town, something going on all the time. Not the case. On weekdays, it dies at around 1:00am. Weekends 2-3:00am. Not that impressive at all. What do you expect from a place like nebraska though? It's a far cry to NYC. Hmm, even comparging the two is almost a sin.