So I was talking to my teacher Bob, and I was looking up into his face to talk to him and I realized something:
Bob is really tall.
Either that or I'm just very short. It's probably that I'm short. This reminds me of the time in the ninth grade when I was walking down the hall with my friend Travis. We were almost to class when he looked down at me and went "You're short." I just looked at him like "Really?"
It was funny at the time because he told me that like it was something that he had just realized, even though he's been taller than me since kindergarten.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Boxes and Boxes
My mother is on this renovation kick and is in the process of ridding our house of all its carpeting. She already did the living room, spare room and downstairs hallway sometime during the summer (I think, somewhere around that time), and got the rec room the other day. She is now in the process of having the upstairs done. My brothers' room is done and the carpet in the hallway is gone, now my room is being worked on.
So we had to take everything out of my room. The walls are also being painted so I had to take everything off the walls too. My walls look so bare without all the pictures and posters on it, it bothers me muchly.
So tonight I had to cart everything out of my room. I emptied the contents of my closet into a few milk crates and my brothers moved those to the living room. Then I cleaned off everything from the tops of the bureaus. Everything's piled in the living room (along with my bed). I have a lot of stuff. My two bureaus and my bookcase were also moved out into the upstairs bathroom and my parents' bedroom.
Actually when I woke up this morning my brothers' bureau and a bunch of pillows in the bathroom almost right in front of the toilet. That was kind of awkward. The bathtub is now inaccessible.
We had to empty out my bookcase before we moved it too and we didn't have any more boxes to put the books in, so we had to pile them up on one of the shelves in the hall closet. The shelf is now sagging in the middle under all the weight. It's actually quite funny. I have a lot of books.
My room looks really weird without the carpet and doors. There's an echo in it now too. Twice my brothers have shown up with weird stuff they found under the carpet or behind the baseboards. So far they've found a piece of a children's puzzle and a little cardboard Barbie picture.
Now I just have to pick out a colour to paint the room. According to my dad we're painting the whole room one colour and the ceiling's gonna be white. I don't get a choice in the matter, all I get to choose is the colour (which is gonna be some shade of blue).
So we had to take everything out of my room. The walls are also being painted so I had to take everything off the walls too. My walls look so bare without all the pictures and posters on it, it bothers me muchly.
So tonight I had to cart everything out of my room. I emptied the contents of my closet into a few milk crates and my brothers moved those to the living room. Then I cleaned off everything from the tops of the bureaus. Everything's piled in the living room (along with my bed). I have a lot of stuff. My two bureaus and my bookcase were also moved out into the upstairs bathroom and my parents' bedroom.
Actually when I woke up this morning my brothers' bureau and a bunch of pillows in the bathroom almost right in front of the toilet. That was kind of awkward. The bathtub is now inaccessible.
We had to empty out my bookcase before we moved it too and we didn't have any more boxes to put the books in, so we had to pile them up on one of the shelves in the hall closet. The shelf is now sagging in the middle under all the weight. It's actually quite funny. I have a lot of books.
My room looks really weird without the carpet and doors. There's an echo in it now too. Twice my brothers have shown up with weird stuff they found under the carpet or behind the baseboards. So far they've found a piece of a children's puzzle and a little cardboard Barbie picture.
Now I just have to pick out a colour to paint the room. According to my dad we're painting the whole room one colour and the ceiling's gonna be white. I don't get a choice in the matter, all I get to choose is the colour (which is gonna be some shade of blue).
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Memoirs of a Girl Guide
Apparently it's around the time for the Girl Scouts/Guides/whatever to go around selling cookies. But I could be wrong, I don't really care either way. But I was on STFU, Parents and there's a new post up about a mother posting on Facebook that her daughter is selling cookies and another woman is making a big deal about the mother posting it on Facebook, or something... I dunno (here).
I was reading some of them comments and there were people on both sides of the argument. Some thought that parents should leave the cookie selling solely to their daughters, and there were others that said that there was nothing wrong with parents letting other people know that there were cookies available.
I personally don't care either way. Selling cookies is apparently supposed to teach Girl Guides/Scouts lessons or something, I don't know how accurate that is because I sold cookies for years when I was in Girl Guides and the only thing I learned was that I hate fundraising.
Some of the commentors on that post shared some of their experiences with selling cookies during their childhood, and I'm going to put mine here simply because I can (it also may or may not have anything to do with the homework I'm procrastinating on right now).
I was in Girl Scouts from Sparks up to when I quit before my last year of Pathfinders (so that's from about age 5/6 to my early teens), so that's a lot of cookie selling and fundraising in general.
Let me just begin by saying that I did enjoy a lot of my time in Girl Scouts... when I was younger. But as I got older I had to deal with a troop leader who I did not like and who did not like me, and other girls who I wasn't really close to. I had maybe one or two close friends by the time I reached Pathfinders, but to get to that point I had to last through cliques, bullies, other girls who were nice but who I didn't really spend a lot of time with, and girls I disliked from school. I didn't always get along with the others in my group, probably because as I got older I began losing interest in the whole Girl Guide deal. I mean, we went camping once, and that experience was ruined for me because I had a cold the whole time and I was stuck on an island with a bunch of women/girls I hated/didn't like. The camping aspect was fun, but I could've done without the company and the cold. (Seriously, my brothers were in Beavers (Boy Scouts) and they went camping and they had loads more fun. Probably because their activities were more entertaining and their group wasn't made up of annoying teenage girls and two dumb leaders.)
We went to Ottawa once too, which was pretty fun, but mostly what happened on that trip was that my self-esteem died a painful death and I ultimately did not have a good time. (The Canada Day fireworks were awesome as all hell though, and we got to see Kalan Porter sing live back when he was popular.)
But yeah, cookies. The way we sold cookies in my area was that us girls were each given a certain amount of boxes of cookies and sent out to sell them door-to-door. Sometimes girls grouped together to sell cookies, or maybe that was required, I don't really remember. But I was usually paired up with my 'cousin'/bully/'friend'/whatever because we were close friends when we were kids (because I was a stupid child) and because our mothers were close friends. The way we sold cookies was that either my mother or her mother would drive us in a vehicle from house to house and me and my 'cousin'/etc would get out and go up to the door to try and make a sale. Sometimes my mother would come up with us, other times she'd stay in the car, but we mostly made the sales ourselves.
I don't remember there being any kind of competition about who sold the most boxes, and I'm pretty sure there were no prizes at the end. We didn't really get anything out of it unless the money was going specifically for a prearranged trip (I think we went on a total of about 3 or 4 of those, including Ottawa).
My father never took boxes of cookies to work to sell and we didn't use order forms so there was none of that to fool around with. But the whole thing was basically the girls selling the cookies with some help from the parents. As we got older, we were able to just go around from door to door for a certain number of houses and get in the car at the end of the street, or something (I live in a small town).
Ultimately, selling cookies didn't teach me anything, except that I hate fundraising. And that's mostly because we always went out during the morning in shitty weather lugging around boxes of cookies that probably weighed half as much as we did. As I got older, I dreaded cookie selling time, I was also getting fed up with Girl Scouts in general, and that was a combination of uninteresting (to me) activities and not liking the people i was with.
I had to make a poncho out of a fleece blanket two years in a row, and I fucking hated it. I mean, the first poncho wasn't that bad, I like making crafts and it was kind of fun, but it got annoying fast. Then the year after that, the troop leader had us make another one. I told her that we had already done one last year (she should know, she was fucking there!) and that I was not interested in making another one, especially since I didn't even use the first one. But she forced me to make it, so now I have two ponchos made from fleece blankets and I don't use either of them. I'm pretty sure I just stuck them in the closet on the day they were made and haven't looked for them since. I wouldn't be surprised to find that they've been eaten by moths, or something.
Thinking back on it, I don't have many good memories of my Girl Guides experience, especially from the later years. I'm sure it's good for a lot of people, but it just was not for me. I would've quit a lot sooner (probably in Guides instead of Pathfinders) if my mother had let me. But she was all like "You should stay for your Canadian Cord because it'll look good on your resume and [the other girls] are going to get it and blah blah blah". That's really the only reason that she didn't let me quit, never mind that I was bored stiff the whole time, never mind that the leader was a bitch and we didn't like each other, never mind that I hated most of the other girls and the ones I didn't hate proved to be pretty shoddy friends later on, apparently the Canadian Cord would've been worth all that.
Well, I quit before my final year so I never got my Canadian Cord. I'm not even sure what the hell that is anyway. I think it's some kind of award that the Governor General (or someone high up in the government) presents to you and there's a ceremony and all that. Big fucking deal, I don't have patience for all that. And then my mom finally got tired of my complaining and let me quit.
I was reading some of them comments and there were people on both sides of the argument. Some thought that parents should leave the cookie selling solely to their daughters, and there were others that said that there was nothing wrong with parents letting other people know that there were cookies available.
I personally don't care either way. Selling cookies is apparently supposed to teach Girl Guides/Scouts lessons or something, I don't know how accurate that is because I sold cookies for years when I was in Girl Guides and the only thing I learned was that I hate fundraising.
Some of the commentors on that post shared some of their experiences with selling cookies during their childhood, and I'm going to put mine here simply because I can (it also may or may not have anything to do with the homework I'm procrastinating on right now).
I was in Girl Scouts from Sparks up to when I quit before my last year of Pathfinders (so that's from about age 5/6 to my early teens), so that's a lot of cookie selling and fundraising in general.
Let me just begin by saying that I did enjoy a lot of my time in Girl Scouts... when I was younger. But as I got older I had to deal with a troop leader who I did not like and who did not like me, and other girls who I wasn't really close to. I had maybe one or two close friends by the time I reached Pathfinders, but to get to that point I had to last through cliques, bullies, other girls who were nice but who I didn't really spend a lot of time with, and girls I disliked from school. I didn't always get along with the others in my group, probably because as I got older I began losing interest in the whole Girl Guide deal. I mean, we went camping once, and that experience was ruined for me because I had a cold the whole time and I was stuck on an island with a bunch of women/girls I hated/didn't like. The camping aspect was fun, but I could've done without the company and the cold. (Seriously, my brothers were in Beavers (Boy Scouts) and they went camping and they had loads more fun. Probably because their activities were more entertaining and their group wasn't made up of annoying teenage girls and two dumb leaders.)
We went to Ottawa once too, which was pretty fun, but mostly what happened on that trip was that my self-esteem died a painful death and I ultimately did not have a good time. (The Canada Day fireworks were awesome as all hell though, and we got to see Kalan Porter sing live back when he was popular.)
But yeah, cookies. The way we sold cookies in my area was that us girls were each given a certain amount of boxes of cookies and sent out to sell them door-to-door. Sometimes girls grouped together to sell cookies, or maybe that was required, I don't really remember. But I was usually paired up with my 'cousin'/bully/'friend'/whatever because we were close friends when we were kids (because I was a stupid child) and because our mothers were close friends. The way we sold cookies was that either my mother or her mother would drive us in a vehicle from house to house and me and my 'cousin'/etc would get out and go up to the door to try and make a sale. Sometimes my mother would come up with us, other times she'd stay in the car, but we mostly made the sales ourselves.
I don't remember there being any kind of competition about who sold the most boxes, and I'm pretty sure there were no prizes at the end. We didn't really get anything out of it unless the money was going specifically for a prearranged trip (I think we went on a total of about 3 or 4 of those, including Ottawa).
My father never took boxes of cookies to work to sell and we didn't use order forms so there was none of that to fool around with. But the whole thing was basically the girls selling the cookies with some help from the parents. As we got older, we were able to just go around from door to door for a certain number of houses and get in the car at the end of the street, or something (I live in a small town).
Ultimately, selling cookies didn't teach me anything, except that I hate fundraising. And that's mostly because we always went out during the morning in shitty weather lugging around boxes of cookies that probably weighed half as much as we did. As I got older, I dreaded cookie selling time, I was also getting fed up with Girl Scouts in general, and that was a combination of uninteresting (to me) activities and not liking the people i was with.
I had to make a poncho out of a fleece blanket two years in a row, and I fucking hated it. I mean, the first poncho wasn't that bad, I like making crafts and it was kind of fun, but it got annoying fast. Then the year after that, the troop leader had us make another one. I told her that we had already done one last year (she should know, she was fucking there!) and that I was not interested in making another one, especially since I didn't even use the first one. But she forced me to make it, so now I have two ponchos made from fleece blankets and I don't use either of them. I'm pretty sure I just stuck them in the closet on the day they were made and haven't looked for them since. I wouldn't be surprised to find that they've been eaten by moths, or something.
Thinking back on it, I don't have many good memories of my Girl Guides experience, especially from the later years. I'm sure it's good for a lot of people, but it just was not for me. I would've quit a lot sooner (probably in Guides instead of Pathfinders) if my mother had let me. But she was all like "You should stay for your Canadian Cord because it'll look good on your resume and [the other girls] are going to get it and blah blah blah". That's really the only reason that she didn't let me quit, never mind that I was bored stiff the whole time, never mind that the leader was a bitch and we didn't like each other, never mind that I hated most of the other girls and the ones I didn't hate proved to be pretty shoddy friends later on, apparently the Canadian Cord would've been worth all that.
Well, I quit before my final year so I never got my Canadian Cord. I'm not even sure what the hell that is anyway. I think it's some kind of award that the Governor General (or someone high up in the government) presents to you and there's a ceremony and all that. Big fucking deal, I don't have patience for all that. And then my mom finally got tired of my complaining and let me quit.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Fun Facts for my Mother
#1: Y'know what, Mom? No one in this house drinks beer. In fact, out of the five people living here, you're the only one that drinks alcohol period (excluding beer). The only people that drink beer in this house are your friends who come visit. Know what else? Beer is expensive. So before you start complaining about me 'wasting' money on books (which, although they start with the same letter, is completely different from beer), howzabout you stop buying beer, eh? I do not waste money on books, I buy books and then I read them (sometimes even more than once). You, on the other hand, waste money buying beer that you don't even drink! How about making your friends bring their own goddamn beer over before buying it yourself and then complaining about how we're always tight on cash.
#2: On another note, Mom, I don't like most of your friends. Oh some of them are alright, and I'm quite fond of them, but the others get on my last nerve. And never mind asking me why I don't like them, I just don't. There's no law that says that I have to wait for them to do something to me for me not to like them. Well, actually Louie and Dave already got the jump on that, so they can go fuck off, and I will tell that to them the next time they annoy me. You can tell them that even though I'm not as old as they are, they have no right to make me feel like I'm a fucking toddler. Or wait, know what? I'll tell them. Yup, I'll save you the trouble of doing it since you seem to find it all so amusing. Har har.
#3: And since we're on the subject of friends, leave mine alone. I'm well aware that you dislike my friends, the few of them that there are, you tell me that a lot... and you have for years. It's true that I don't like most of your friends, but I don't bring it up at random and tell you to hang out with other people. And you know the other people you always kept telling me to hang out with? I think that most of them are assholes, I'm of the opinion that they aren't very nice people. I grew up with these people in school, I know how they are, and I don't like them. I did manage to make a few friends in school, and I liked them, although you didn't. So what if they smoked, drank, cursed a lot and had (GASP!) sex? I didn't do those things and they never tried to get me to do those things, frankly it never really came up.
#4: You know my 'cousin' right? I'm sure you do. You probably hate her just as much as I do. She bullied me for the longest time when we were growing up, she bullies her parents, she was (and still is really) a tremendous bitch, and pretty much my complete and total opposite. You agree on all these points. So why, when I get angry, do you insist on telling me that I am exactly like her?! Do you think that amuses me or something? Do you think I enjoy it? No I don't fucking enjoy it! I'm human, Mom! And, even as emotionally crippled as I am, I get angry! You know what happens when I get angry? I become irritable to the people around me and I shout and I vent and I curse at people! That does that somehow sound strange to you? Because it sounds pretty normal to me. Sure, call me an asshole or whatever, but don't tell me that I act like her for fuck sakes! I do not act like her, I can't even pretend to act like her (and I've tried, can't do it)! You even tell me that I act like her when I'm just being disagreeable! I mean, good God woman! What, am I not allowed to express any emotion other than happiness, or something? Why? My brothers get to. They get to get angry and shout and yell and all that fanfare and they never hear "You're acting exactly like ['cousin']". And they do it more often than I do and they do mostly the same things as I do (with the exception of the arm flapping). What, do they get special passes just because they're younger or something? It's only a three year age gap!
#5: I like manga. Big fucking deal. I really don't see why this is such a problem for you, or such a shock. I've loved reading since I was 4, and I read a lot of Archie comics growing up, and I watched Dragonball Z almost religiously since I was about 3 until I was about 12. Sure, most of the manga topics are more mature than what you'd find in an Archie comic, but you can't tell me that you thought all the novels I've read over the years were full of bright, smiley, happy people. I read Goosebumps and Fear Street growing up after all, and they certainly contain questionable content for young children. I mean, I own a giant book about Jack the Ripper, which details a very messed up chain of events, and you get worried about what I'm 'picking up' in manga, like I'm some kind of impressionable kindergartner. And don't keep asking me why I like manga, I like manga because I like to read. Remember, all it is (to me anyway) is just another kind of book. The only reason you really seem to question it is because it's from Japan, since you've never questioned my Archies or my Artemis Fowl graphic novels.
#6: Stop saying that everything related to Japan is all about InuYasha, or no wait, InuWasha. It's gotten to the point where InuYasha has become an insult to me. My Taiwanese music plays in the car, it's 'InuWasha' music, even though it's not even from the same country. I don't want to go to church so you (and Dad) tell me to pretend that the priest is speaking in 'InuWasha' language, which makes no fucking sense. I watch anime in the living room, you ask me if I'm watching my 'InuWasha' again. What the fuck is it with InuYasha that's so bad?! Even some of the kids at school did this, pronouncing it the same exact way too (because the letter Y makes the W sound now, I guess)! Just, why? I know I got really into it when I first heard about it when I was 12/13, but come on! I wasn't obsessed with it (no matter what my 'cousin' keeps saying)! It was the first anime I discovered that was directed to teenagers, why wouldn't I be excited? But now I'm ashamed to even say I like it! It's become something that I think I shouldn't be doing! And that's just pathetic because it's a good series and I do like it! But I'm practically afraid to even look at something InuYasha related for fear of being insulted about it! That doesn't even make sense! Out of the dozens of manga series I read, everyone has to focus on that one series and start up with every time I even mention something loosely related to it.
#2: On another note, Mom, I don't like most of your friends. Oh some of them are alright, and I'm quite fond of them, but the others get on my last nerve. And never mind asking me why I don't like them, I just don't. There's no law that says that I have to wait for them to do something to me for me not to like them. Well, actually Louie and Dave already got the jump on that, so they can go fuck off, and I will tell that to them the next time they annoy me. You can tell them that even though I'm not as old as they are, they have no right to make me feel like I'm a fucking toddler. Or wait, know what? I'll tell them. Yup, I'll save you the trouble of doing it since you seem to find it all so amusing. Har har.
#3: And since we're on the subject of friends, leave mine alone. I'm well aware that you dislike my friends, the few of them that there are, you tell me that a lot... and you have for years. It's true that I don't like most of your friends, but I don't bring it up at random and tell you to hang out with other people. And you know the other people you always kept telling me to hang out with? I think that most of them are assholes, I'm of the opinion that they aren't very nice people. I grew up with these people in school, I know how they are, and I don't like them. I did manage to make a few friends in school, and I liked them, although you didn't. So what if they smoked, drank, cursed a lot and had (GASP!) sex? I didn't do those things and they never tried to get me to do those things, frankly it never really came up.
#4: You know my 'cousin' right? I'm sure you do. You probably hate her just as much as I do. She bullied me for the longest time when we were growing up, she bullies her parents, she was (and still is really) a tremendous bitch, and pretty much my complete and total opposite. You agree on all these points. So why, when I get angry, do you insist on telling me that I am exactly like her?! Do you think that amuses me or something? Do you think I enjoy it? No I don't fucking enjoy it! I'm human, Mom! And, even as emotionally crippled as I am, I get angry! You know what happens when I get angry? I become irritable to the people around me and I shout and I vent and I curse at people! That does that somehow sound strange to you? Because it sounds pretty normal to me. Sure, call me an asshole or whatever, but don't tell me that I act like her for fuck sakes! I do not act like her, I can't even pretend to act like her (and I've tried, can't do it)! You even tell me that I act like her when I'm just being disagreeable! I mean, good God woman! What, am I not allowed to express any emotion other than happiness, or something? Why? My brothers get to. They get to get angry and shout and yell and all that fanfare and they never hear "You're acting exactly like ['cousin']". And they do it more often than I do and they do mostly the same things as I do (with the exception of the arm flapping). What, do they get special passes just because they're younger or something? It's only a three year age gap!
#5: I like manga. Big fucking deal. I really don't see why this is such a problem for you, or such a shock. I've loved reading since I was 4, and I read a lot of Archie comics growing up, and I watched Dragonball Z almost religiously since I was about 3 until I was about 12. Sure, most of the manga topics are more mature than what you'd find in an Archie comic, but you can't tell me that you thought all the novels I've read over the years were full of bright, smiley, happy people. I read Goosebumps and Fear Street growing up after all, and they certainly contain questionable content for young children. I mean, I own a giant book about Jack the Ripper, which details a very messed up chain of events, and you get worried about what I'm 'picking up' in manga, like I'm some kind of impressionable kindergartner. And don't keep asking me why I like manga, I like manga because I like to read. Remember, all it is (to me anyway) is just another kind of book. The only reason you really seem to question it is because it's from Japan, since you've never questioned my Archies or my Artemis Fowl graphic novels.
#6: Stop saying that everything related to Japan is all about InuYasha, or no wait, InuWasha. It's gotten to the point where InuYasha has become an insult to me. My Taiwanese music plays in the car, it's 'InuWasha' music, even though it's not even from the same country. I don't want to go to church so you (and Dad) tell me to pretend that the priest is speaking in 'InuWasha' language, which makes no fucking sense. I watch anime in the living room, you ask me if I'm watching my 'InuWasha' again. What the fuck is it with InuYasha that's so bad?! Even some of the kids at school did this, pronouncing it the same exact way too (because the letter Y makes the W sound now, I guess)! Just, why? I know I got really into it when I first heard about it when I was 12/13, but come on! I wasn't obsessed with it (no matter what my 'cousin' keeps saying)! It was the first anime I discovered that was directed to teenagers, why wouldn't I be excited? But now I'm ashamed to even say I like it! It's become something that I think I shouldn't be doing! And that's just pathetic because it's a good series and I do like it! But I'm practically afraid to even look at something InuYasha related for fear of being insulted about it! That doesn't even make sense! Out of the dozens of manga series I read, everyone has to focus on that one series and start up with every time I even mention something loosely related to it.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Noise Makers Ahoy!
My first post of 2011, at 3:30am... you know, because.
We just got a new computer tower for our desktop computer, so we now have Windows 7 in the house. Should be interesting to see what goes on there. Oh! And we can get the wallpaper on it to change pictures every 30 seconds! Me and my brothers were very entertained by that. Our father was considerably less impressed, mostly because we were wasting time with that instead of setting up his email on Outlook. But that's what he gets for making me do it instead of learning how to do it himself.
While we had the other tower unhooked, I brought our old Windows 98 computer (the 98 Brick) up from the basement so that I could get some stuff off of it and be done with it for good. I finally did manage to get my flash drives to work on it (after about an hour of trying to figure out how... God bless Google). I got a bunch of pictures and old files and 3 or so gigs of music and stand up comedy.
I count that as my final major accomplishment of 2010, since I've been trying for years to get things off that computer. I'm quite proud of myself actually.
So it's 2011 now. Wow. I'll be finished college this year, and hopefully I'll be able to get a full-time job this year too.
Another thing to look forward to is the release of the final volume of With the Light (yes, I'm still on that). I'm hoping for closure with this series. I want a more concrete ending this time around. I mentioned this when I did my autism/WTL project for my class and my teacher asked me why I didn't just imagine an ending on my own. I told him that I did, and it was that Hikaru grew up to be a happy, cheerful working adult and that he was still surrounded by his family and friends (except Masato's mother, unless she changes her tune). But it's one thing to imagine something in your head, and quite another to actually see it. Even though Hikaru is a fictional character, I really want to see a happy ending for him with my own eyes.
Also, I finally discovered the name of that fat kid with glasses, I'm pretty sure it's Gozaru-kun. I somehow missed it the first dozen times I'd read the series, but I got it now. Now I know his name, but I'll probably always call him 'the fat kid with glasses'... even though I think he only actually has glasses near the end of the series.
We just got a new computer tower for our desktop computer, so we now have Windows 7 in the house. Should be interesting to see what goes on there. Oh! And we can get the wallpaper on it to change pictures every 30 seconds! Me and my brothers were very entertained by that. Our father was considerably less impressed, mostly because we were wasting time with that instead of setting up his email on Outlook. But that's what he gets for making me do it instead of learning how to do it himself.
While we had the other tower unhooked, I brought our old Windows 98 computer (the 98 Brick) up from the basement so that I could get some stuff off of it and be done with it for good. I finally did manage to get my flash drives to work on it (after about an hour of trying to figure out how... God bless Google). I got a bunch of pictures and old files and 3 or so gigs of music and stand up comedy.
I count that as my final major accomplishment of 2010, since I've been trying for years to get things off that computer. I'm quite proud of myself actually.
So it's 2011 now. Wow. I'll be finished college this year, and hopefully I'll be able to get a full-time job this year too.
Another thing to look forward to is the release of the final volume of With the Light (yes, I'm still on that). I'm hoping for closure with this series. I want a more concrete ending this time around. I mentioned this when I did my autism/WTL project for my class and my teacher asked me why I didn't just imagine an ending on my own. I told him that I did, and it was that Hikaru grew up to be a happy, cheerful working adult and that he was still surrounded by his family and friends (except Masato's mother, unless she changes her tune). But it's one thing to imagine something in your head, and quite another to actually see it. Even though Hikaru is a fictional character, I really want to see a happy ending for him with my own eyes.
Also, I finally discovered the name of that fat kid with glasses, I'm pretty sure it's Gozaru-kun. I somehow missed it the first dozen times I'd read the series, but I got it now. Now I know his name, but I'll probably always call him 'the fat kid with glasses'... even though I think he only actually has glasses near the end of the series.
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