Yup, it’s the 21st anniversary of my escape from the womb.
Pretty damn exciting. I can now legally drink alcoholic beverages, gamble, serve as a prostitute, purchase a handgun, and buy fireworks in the state of New Hampshire.
How’s that for exciting.
So, I learned yesterday that I’m getting free money from the gubament (Pell Grant, wheeeee), so now I’m on the hunt for a new laptop to replace the current “won’t-hold-a-charge-and-the-power-port-is-fucked” Toshiba I have.
NewEgg is my best friend, right now. Yay for comparison shopping!
So, as I look at my clock, I’m officially 18 minutes into THE FUTURE, also known as 2008.
The new year seems to become “less cool” with every passing year. I barely even remember it was the new year until someone in IRC said, “Happy New Year Chicago” (And I only realized it then because everything related to computers uses Chicago as the marker for the Central Time Zone). I guess it doesn’t really help when your “celebration” for the new year’s is sitting at home playing Oblivion because all your friends are off somewhere with their family doing stuff or they’re… who knows what. Either way, I wasn’t invited, so I just get to sit here at home, doing nothing.
Bleh. Doesn’t seem like a very good start to the New Year.