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[elvendoll]

the fact that i can't get online with my laptop. my stepdad uses a USB cable modem and doesn't have the CD with the drivers for it. moreover, i don't have a floppy drive and his CDR is refusing to see itself as such. so, i either have to force the CDR into submission or use dialup from my laptop. ugh.

the fact that being hungry can send me into irrational-and-angry-bitch mode at the slightest aggravation. hating the fact that one of the work passwords is ______ and _____ and ______ and noone can ever remember it did it pretty quickly this morning.


the drive last night was actually decent.
i think i kept to 80-85 for most of the time, and more often then not, if i went over, i was following another car that'd be likely to catch my ticket.
in any case, i didn't spot any speed traps on the route & the radar detector agreed with me.
it took just under 4 hours to get here, but thats ok - i really don't like going too fast at night, and i figure a few extra minutes were spent making up the difference between leaving from home & leaving from work.

my mom was pretty happy to see me, which was cool.
debbie requested that i come wake her up & say hi, but we decided against waking her, and now there's a pouty note from her stuck to the stairwell wall.

when i went downstairs to go to bed, i noticed that my mom found the yearbook from california that i'd been missing. looking through it was quite the trip.
after having pretty much no friends in school the 4 years i lived in NJ (and to have no friends at school when moving back to NJ), my california yearbook was filled with signatures. people like kristine & liz wrote a whole page-worth and laura had written two, along with lots of other people, some of whom i have a hard time remembering.
and the two words that stuck out the most were "sweetie" and "different"; during that time, i was still trying to "fit in" in terms of my appearance, so it was weird to see how many people noted that i'm "different"... and, i was surprised at how many people called me "sweetie".
there were also some embarassing moments brought back. and though i remember that being called "licorice" had something to do with me spelling it "lickorice" i really don't remember how that all started. and it was great to see/remember that the yearbook is full of angry sperm *grin*

and today (well, my mood) is slowly getting better.

unfortunately, abi is really growing up. she's getting to that age i generally don't like kids being... and while i love her and love seeing her, spending time with her just isn't the same. and i hate the fact that i saw so little of her as a baby and that i'm not too good at interacting with "kids".