I am still computerless. The two computers are still at whereverthehell getting their drives wiped. The bad thing is, though, that once that happens, and they come home, MY COMPUTER STILL ISN'T FIXED because Dell has to install the new crap. So even when they come home, I will still be computerless. I know I have this one, but I hate coming here because the house is always creepy at night and the room's not comfortable and there's no TV and the record player in this room isn't hooked up and this computer is slow and the screen is kind of stretched funny. Not that I don't appreciate it, of course. It's great to have it here. But I really, really don't like XP.
I'm also horribly behind on lj posts and celebrity news and just talking to people in general.
It's funny, because even though I know I have no computer, I still keep thinking like I do. Today I thought to myself, "Hey, you know who hasn't IMed me lately? ...oh, right, I don't have anything TO RECEIVE THEIR IMS WITH. Now I remember." And I keep thinking of things I want to look up or read online, and lj entries I want to post. And I've been feeling really creative lately, but I don't have a computer to type with. Writing longhand is just not an option. I hold a pen in my hand and attempt to write fiction and my brain's just like "What? What are you trying to do? I don't understand, what?" It's just so frustrating.
I've also had nothing to do all night. The other night I got so bored I plucked my eyebrows for the first time since the prom. I've been watching JTV like a crazy person, but the hosts aren't always amusing and the jewelry's not always pretty, which causes problems. And forget about sleeping. I tried that last night and kept waking up every two hours after having nightmares. I just cannot sleep in the dark.
Today I dreamed I was an American Idol contestant and I hadn't picked my song yet and I was going to go on soon, and when I went on I'd only have 30 seconds to sing so I had to pick the right part of the song to sing, and I hadn't picked an outfit yet either and other people kept doing the songs I wanted to sing. It was Beatles night, by the way. So I was wearing this like, long sleeved red shirt with a turtleneck that went to my knees, but it was plain and boring and I didn't want to go on like that, so I asked Ryan Seacrest for help and he said I looked fine, but I said I simply could not wear this, so I asked for a belt to make it more interesting, so he tried to help me find a belt before I had to go on and I had no song to sing. I woke up just after I found an ugly belt and had chosen to sing "Something". The funny thing is, I was quite skinny and tall and never did I once think "wait, I can't sing!" It was an odd dream.
I also dreamed I was a character on that fresh prince show. That was kind of a fun dream, except I kind of hate that show. But it was fun being in that universe for awhile, because I got to be black.
Then I dreamed Bianca and I were in some really trendy mall and Justin Timberlake was there, except he looked like he did when he was still with Britney 1283873 years ago. And she and I agreed that he looked good, and should stay shaved because he's not so hot with the unshavenness. But I told her I was sad that I don't like his music, and she felt bad for me. That's all kind of amusing because in real life I don't pay much attention to him, and I don't really have an opinion either way on his attractiveness. And also, neither of us was acting like it was a big deal to be so close to him.
That reminds me of the time I had a dream my car almost crashed into a car with Lindsay Lohan's family in it, and my first thought was "I have to go to ONTD and post about this!" and I kept taking pictures for them.
Speaking of Bianca, I haven't talked to you in like five years so as soon as I get my own computer back I am so IMing you. Be prepared, k.