Ya know, I resisted technology as long as humanly possible. Even in college (when we were required to use Wordperfect for our papers) I handwrote everything out and only then would type it. But, after years of opposing the massive onslaught of intrusive gagets, I have finally succumbed to the pressure and can now come out of the closet. I am...a technology whore. I'm sitting here with my new IPOD (yay!), computer, digital camera and cell phone, ...
You know you haven't any friends when the six email messages you receive for the day are from Sax Fifth Ave (2), Nordstroms, Neiman Marcus, Mod Cloth, and the chaplain at the hospital (because you're on his distribution list). Went into Hot Topic (an alternative store) last week. The guy behind the counter's eyes grew wide at my arrival, and I had to smile to myself because I knew what he was thinking (what I used to think when I was young): Cool Person Alert! Stuck ...
Time to celebrate. My IT is a good as done. I just need to print out Mr Isac’s. So, why am I sitting in IT you ask, pretending to work? Well, I’m bored and this room had air conditioning, unlike the common room, even though it’s not actually on now. I might try continuing my story (the one with a few bits of mythology from different countries). At the moment I’ve got myself a little stuck though. I’ve just had the main character (I won’t say hero, because he’s not the hero, just the moron ...
That’s what it is. An outrage. Okay, so Dan Evelyn and I stayed after school until gone 7 to finish our IT work. Ms Burton’s has been handed in now but Mr Isac’s still needs some work. So, I’ve got four free lessons today, so I was pretty sure it’s be easy to finish. How wrong was I. I only got to spend about 30-40 minutes in the library, because our crappy librarian is never around and her assistant was in charge. But the assistant had a meeting at 10 so we got kicked ...
The secret to my friendship with Margie was very simple. She did not consider me as a 'Man' and I did not consider her as wife material. On THAT basis we bonded quite well over the next few months. Being a friend of Terry and vouched for by the judgmental Jenny, Margie figured I was safe because I made no hits on her. In my eyes she was cute on an okay level--never a beauty queen but I had conditioned myself to treat all ladies as if they were glamour queens which is why I get along ...
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