hoooo boy.

you guys are in for a treat. i've got time on my hands and piles to say. so do you know what that means? yes, you guessed it. an EXTRA LONG BLOG! WOO!

my computer died for about 2 days. actually no, that's not true. it was a little longer than two days and it wasnt my computer, it was my internet.
let me tell you something about my family. in my family, parents are god. kids obey god. period. of course, god is never wrong. so whenever something breaks or goes missing, OBVIOUSLY the kids did it. for example, we are sitting watching tv. i get up to change the channel. my dad asks where the remote control is. i say i dont know. so he says "You lost it?". yes, of course. i am the only one who uses the clicker in the entire household so OBVIOUSLY (yes i know i've used that once already but i dont care) *I* lost it. my parents ACTUALLY think this way. another conversation between me and my dad:
"papa, the internet on the computers wont work"
"what did you do to it?"
"why, i inserted a deadly virus into the hard drive, what else?"

ok, so i didnt say that last one, but you get the idea. so my dad went to LA for a few days for work. almost the same day he left, the networking (for the computer illiterate: the thing that allows different computers in my house to see whats on another computer) stopped working. after that, the internet would only work on one computer at a time (it would alternate computers too). then the internet stopped working all together. apparently, the mere presence of my father keeps the computers in line. when he leaves for an extended period of time, they realise that the only person in the house that knows shit-all about compters is gone and throw a party. all we can do is poke and prod and ask them nicely to settle down and behave.

they never listen.

so anyways, having a computer without internet (and playlist too that died and i had to use actual cd's... that means MANUALLY change them every once and a while... ugh) is like... having... a body without arms... or something like that. you can still use it, but geez, whats the point? the weirdest part is that one computer would randomly regain use of the internet for about 30 seconds then die again. the only reason i knew this is because my msn would log itself on long enough for my to see everyone online and the fact that i even had a few emails then log off. like dangling candy in front of a fat kid. i mean, what the hell. (the armless, fat kids... who will i alienate next?)

i've decided that the white stripes are awesome. i know many of you have realised this before, but i must say... they kick some serious ass.

i went shopping yesterday. shoe shopping to be exact. i hate shoe shopping. hate it. i was curse with tiny feet (along with tiny everything else). but not only are they short, they're terribly narrow. oh. and i'm picky. now most shoe stores carry about one size 6 per model of shoe, if they havent sold it yet and if the shoe actually came in that size. on rare occasions you'll find a 5. sometimes i'm a 5 and sometimes a 6. often enough, the 6's dont fit. store after store, i'd find one, maybe two shoes that i like. i'd ask for the smalest size they have (usually the 6) they'd bring it out and i'd try it and.... too big.or they looked stupid on me. we went to globo. the giant shoe store. (not giant shoes but an actual big stiore). so all the women's shoes were either made for hookers or for people with ski's for feet so i checked out the kid department. there were some actually nice shoes there. so after waiting about 20 minutes for someone to come help us, i as usual, asked for a size 6 or 5. the girl brough them out. absolutly SWIMMING in both of them. so, she brings out the size 4, too big. size 3.... too big. FINALLY size 2 fits. and, as it turns out, the shoe was ugly. now, i had had this poor girl running back in forth for shoes for about 10 minutes. you really feel bad handing her back the shoes and saying "i didnt see anything i liked" then walking away, leaving her stranded amidst piles of discarded shoe boxes. luckily, i did find something i liked. so i bought it.

later on, we were wandering through the gap, looking at fall coats. find some okay ones, but nothing jumped out at me. then i saw some cool one in bright colours. then my heart stopped. i mean, came to a dead halt. there, hanging right in front of me, was an orange coat. an honnest to god ORANGE COAT. i tried it on. it fit. it had pockets. it was orange. i almost cried. my mother looked skeptical. we checked the price tag. THEN i almost DID cry. 150$. sigh.... i had to wave my dream coat goodbye.we wandered along further in the store and saw the sweater i got for my birthday. yes, the one i blabbed on about a while back. it was at about half the price my mom payed for it about a month ago. she was not happy.... however, this has given me hope about the wonder coat. all i have to do is wait awhile. and BLAM! SALE! at least... thats the plan...

oh oh!!! i get to go play volleyball tomorrow. several games at that. well.... not quite. i suspect i'll be a bench warmer. but thats okay. i'll get to play some and thats all that matters. i'm actually excited about this. so much so, that i would actually tone down the saturday night partying for it. it would just not do to be overly tired at my first volleyball game. i dont know why, but sports always make me happy. very happy in fact. sure i may gripe about early morning races or games or late night practices or the pain the next day, but it's all more than worth it. it keeps me sane. there's nothing like realising you are actually getting better. achieving something you kow you couldnt do last year or even something you coudlnt do a few weeks ago gives you the best feeling in the world. nothing esle is like it. it's the same thing with doing stuff that you are good at. soccer is awesome that way. the rush you get at burning the defence when you deek by them is insane. or with ridding. complete concentration as you head towards the jump. stay straight, not too fast, dont jerk tory(the horse) in the mouth as you go over, 2-point, slow down, make the turn, stay balanced, dont panic. all this while the back of your mind is going "holy shit, this is really high, rally fast, really dangerous and FREAKIN AWESOME!!!!" same thing with skiing... except faster and even MORE dangerous (not to mention cold). you try and concentrate on making the next turn withotu dumping speed while going full speed straight down a hill in spandex. that entirw sport is all about ignoring common sense. every nerve in your body is screaming SLOW DOWN while your brain is saying, faster, you need to go FASTER. ski jumping is awesome too. you go straight down for the very large jump in front of you. going over it is not enough. you have to push off at the last minute which gives you the pop you need to go that extra insane step. i was particularly good at it. probably because i have very little common sense. well, now that i've bored you with all the various sports i enjoy (i didnt even go near flag football...)

sigh, i have to go memorise a monologue....
wish me luck