So SQuinnt finally managed to carve out some time to see me (the ho). Went downtown to try to get my license (didn't happen). Luckily, he was just twiddling his thumbs when I gave him a call. He popped in for a quick beer (or two), he couldn't stay long though because he had to clock in more hours or something (I wasn't really listening). I keep forgetting to email Deke (I keep forgetting to call Mace's dad! Sorry Mace :P).
Afterward, I went to the Apple Store on Broadway. The tech (obnoxious prick, but it could've been the language barrier) solemnly proclaimed Guido a lost cause and advised me to blow my hypothetical $1000 on a new laptop instead of a new logicboard. Preposterous! He did (grudgingly) tell me I could stop by again next week to have it really checked out ($60 right there). I figured I'll panic after next week. My dad seems pretty ok about it though. He's so nice. He injured his ankle, so he's been stuck at home for a few days now. I overheard him complaining about it on the phone with one of his lawyer buddies, and I just wanted to pat him on the head. He'll be back in November, he says; hopefully to buy a car. I'd be happy with a Honda Pilot, but only if he stops dangling the possibility of an X3 in my face.
I'm wanting to get a tattoo again (a condition which usually lasts for about a month or so). I saw this girl on the bus with this really neat one. It was a little too scene for me though, I'd only look like a dork.
I want new shoes.
I don't really want to go out tonight. Big surprise. I guess with my parents and sister here, nights at home aren't quite as threatening. Which isn't entirely a good thing, all things considered (my retarded personality for one).
Meh. Whatev.
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