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I have a tale of woe to tell, my friends. I occasionally get e-mails from people who liked my site (this isn’t the woeful part), and I got one the other night asking me why why site was down. Now, I never update my site anymore, so I didn’t even know it *was* down, but I checked it out. It turns out that my site is GONE. Not just semi-gone or partially vanished, no no. GONE. My free host had switched their server and in the process completely wiped the old one, and didn’t give me any notice. So, I was lamenting this sad fact and e-mailing everyone back who was asking about it, when lo and behold, one of my “fans” (can I even call them that?) told me that they had saved some big chunks of my site! Hooray for similarly obsessed people! So, I haven’t lost everything. Anyway, I’m rebuilding, and it will be better than ever! If I ever get time to work on it, that is. Work is going to keep me horrendously busy for the next two weeks. But that’s ok because I need money!
Yesterday I made the voyage to the library and came back with all sorts o’ loot. I’m reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel right now, and thus far it is quite grand! Here, let me quote some.
Whoa, this dude is awesome! Why are there not more guys like that? I want to meet people who can calmly hold a snake in one hand and land a plane with the other. That’s some pretty sweet multi-tasking there.
Today was nice and peaceful, being Pentecost. After services we drove up to Greensboro and meandered around the Bicentennial Gardens and the Bog Gardens, then met Sarah, her parents, and her friend Winter at the restaurant where Sarah works. ‘Twas always grand to see the roomie again! Also, that buffalo burger was mighty good.
I finished the Dean Koontz book, and the villain got his comeuppance; I don’t care what anyone says, there is something very satisfying about knowing that the bad guy will always lose in Koontz books. I’m still reading L.M.Montomery’s journals (girl wrote a lot) and she really IS Anne Shirley! She even used the phrase “kindred spirits”, and she hugs trees, and is a little snippy to people she doesn’t like, and picks flowers and climbs fences all the time. Wouldn’t it be funny if one day after I wrote lots of books and was dead, someone published my livejournal, and someone read it and thought I sounded just like my characters, and they wrote about it in *their* journal, and it’s like an infinity window. Except, of course, I’ll never write anything as beautiful as the Anne books or be as famous as Montgomery, which I think is a good thing.
Still luxuriating my way through Eric Brighteyes, a few chapters a day. I want to make it last, and it’s very relaxing to read a little before bed. It just now struck me that perhaps it’s odd I find Viking battles relaxing, but I’m not going to worry about it overmuch.
Well, tomorrow is the great and sad day. Mini Jim goes in for service, which means considerably less of me online, probably, at least for a few days. I’m working every day this week anyway, and I plan on reading and drawing a lot and things like that. Don’t drop and break the world while I’m gone.
This is our destiny calling,
We’re freaks.
Such productivity today! I finally, finally finished the Iliad, only to be thwarted of the satisfaction of Achilles’ death, because, duh, he dies in another epic poem (the Aithiopis, for those who are curious), not the Iliad. Oh well. I started up a book on Norse mythology which should prove very interesting.
Oh! Look at this! Does not happen often enough, so I had to take a picture of it. Archery was good today.
In addition to that, today Ed and I frolicked around the estate with a WD40 can and spritzed everything! It was good. And I went to the dump, and blasted U2 all the way there and back, which was fun as always. I also backed up every single file on poor Mini Jim, because he is rapidly deteriorating. It took 6 more cds, besides the 5 I already had, but everything is properly duplicated now. We took WAY too many pictures. Seriously, next semester, I’m imposing a limit or something. The thing is, it’s all so *good*. I couldn’t even bring myself to delete any. Clearly, everyone just needs to quit being so awesome. Is that so much to ask? Sheesh.
Oh, yeah, Mini Jim. Right now I have him sitting on a cooling rack with small ice packs stuck underneath the rack, and so far it seems to be working fairly well, however odd it may look.
I finally went through all my Campbell junk and figured out exactly how much they charged me (too much), how much they gave me in scholarships (not enough), and how much I have in student and parent loans (again, too much). It was actually not as bad as I feared, however, and I think all will be well. I just need to definitely keep working, hehe. It’s good to know where I stand, though.
I have so many huge projects this summer that I have yet to start, it’s a little pathetic. I should just do it and get going! They’re just…really huge. I have this story idea that’s partially written (well, 25 pages), and I want to do a whole series of books on it. Like 9 books or so. And I still have 22 languages to learn. Clearly, I need a time dilation device of some kind to accomplish all of this. Seriously though, I want to get so many stories written and so much linguistic stuff done this summer, and so many other fun things, my brain is going to explode.
I need new user pics…
It took until PAGE 373 before Achilles finally got his act together and joined the battle, and then he did a bunch of junk and fought a river (?!) and killed lots of dudes who were begging him for mercy. This guy is such a jerk! There is nothing excellent about “the excellent Achilles”. Anyway, he must be about ready to die, because I’m on page 430 or so out of 469. Also, I hate the gods. Imagine 4 year olds with semi-ultimate (can those words be used together?) power. Oo, wait, let me type that again…”I hate the gods”. Occasionally I think that just as I’m saying something like that, which by modern sentences is not radical, I will be transported back in time to whichever age would burn me at the stake/lynch/denounce me for saying that. Like all of a sudden, *poof*, I’m in the Roman Senate just as I’m saying, “I dunno, that Ceasar…the dude was not that bright.” Or I’ll be twirling around outside under a full moon and suddenly be transported to Salem in my Puritan’s garb with a bunch of town elders looking on in horror.
Oh, Staples! It turns out I am gainfully employed! I had a couple days of heave-duty training, and today was my first day at the register. Actually, at *any* register, except for that brief Backyard Burger debacle that shall not be spoken of. Anyway, it went very nicely, and I think they like me, and I think I’ll like the job, and I know I’ll like the paychecks, so all is quite well.
On a slightly less jubilant note, Mini Jim, my laptop, is dying. His fan keeps kicking into overdrive and every once in a while he just randomly shuts down with this horrible little gasp of exhaustion. I think I may be overworking him. But anyway, I’m backing up every conceivable file, link, etc. so that we can send him in to be serviced and I don’t have to worry about losing anything. Hallelujah for warranties!
Also not-so-gleeful, I’m having a crazy allergic reaction to something. I look somewhat like a red racoon…my eyes are all red and ITCHY SO ITCHY *claws at face*…So yes, not fun. I’m sure the customers are like, “…um, what’s wrong with her, and is it contagious?” This happened around the same time last year though, so I’m figuring it’s an allergy. I shall document this and watch carefully to see if it happens next year. I think I’m moving to Alaska.
Yay for summer free time, even if there’s still not enough of it! I’m making progress on my gargantuan music project! I’m all the way to the Br’s, starting with The Bravery on through to Bruce Springsteen. Music is indescribably incredible. Have you ever noticed the words indescribable and incredible are remarkably similar, if you just move a few letters around?
It’s like some really cheap horror movie! Only cool! Because it’s real!
Ok, this is only for those few Firefly fans who actually read this (what, 1 of you? 2?), but it’s some very cool fic. I have very mixed feelings about fanfic, but this is exceedingly, excruciatingly well done. At the end, at first you’re like “huh?” but then you get it and KAPOW. Anyway. Here it is. Only Browncoats need click.
If there was more, I’ve forgotten it and I’m tired and my feet are a little soreish from standing for over 8 hours. I always forget just how difficult that can be at the beginning of a job until you get all used to it again. One day I’ll get a job where I’m either sitting down or walking and then I will rejoice! But this will be good too.
Quoth the Girl 
