Counting down to CA
31
May
2002
I’ll be in California in 4 days. Wow.
Here in Katie’s Head
Lawrence Pilgrimage I
31
May
2002
So I went on a road trip yesterday.
At 9:15 AM, I I filled up my gas tank got on the highway and headed to Ottawa. Two hours later, I arrived at Trent’s house. We hung out and watched a bit of TV and then went out to lunch. I think Trent will agree that there are tastier lunches to be had, but we had fun making fun of our gross food.
At 1:22 PM, I headed up to Lawrence. Twenty minutes later, I met Josh at his house. Oh, such a lovely house, too. We hung out for a little while and caught up on recent happenings and college excitement.
At 2:45 PM, I arrived at the FieldTrip house [a.k.a. House of Involuntary Abstinence]. That’s where Justin is staying until he gets his own place in Lawrence. I hung out with the guys, playing Nintendo, reading Justin’s just-completed Mr. FieldTrip comic book, eating veggie sushi, and doing my best to match wits with Shannon.
A sample conversation:
Shannon: [holds up MRFT promo picture] What do you think of this picture? Katie: It’s very nice. Shannon: And what about this guy? [points at himself in the picture] Isn’t he handsome? Katie: Oh, yes! He outshines all the others! Shannon: Outshines? That’s nice. HEY! Are you making fun of my bald head? Katie: No! There’s hardly any glare at all!
And later:
Shannon: You know, I’m basically a nice guy, wouldn’t you say? [all nod] Why is that? Why am I a nice guy? Mojo: [quietly] Sucker. Shannon: [points at Mojo, nods in agreement]
Sometime between 7:00 and 8:00, we went over to La Familia for dinner. It was tasty.
And then we hung out at the house some more. Justin bitched about turning on the air conditioner and Becky reminded him that it would cost more and the house is leaky so the cold air doesn’t stay inside anyway, adding that if he thinks it’s bad in May, he’ll surely die by August. “Fuck, I’ll have my own place by then!”
Around 11:30, everyone shuffled off to bed and Justin and I talked for a bit before I left. We exchanged our now ritualistic “I missed you, I love you, I’m glad you came to visit” dialogue and I headed back to Josh’s guest bedroom for the night.
Josh and I exchanged another 45 minutes of gossip and news before I finally went to bed around 1:00 AM.
I got up at 8:00 today, drank some orange juice, said my goodbyes and thank yous, and headed back home, playing my secret advance copy of the MRFT CD and singing along.
I’m really tired and I still have to go to work.
But that’s the basic outline of my trip.
Moved
29
May
2002
I now call HostRocket home. It’s good to be on a speedy server with lots of space and cool stuff and great support! They even called me [long distance, woo woo] to confirm my order this morning. So I know that REAL PEOPLE work there, not cyborgs.
Well, I know some very cyborg-y people who own hosting companies. Not naming [cough] John [cough] any names.
Also, I haven’t gotten everything moved and reorganized and whatnot quite yet. Broken links abound! And I don’t know quite for sure if everything MT-wise is quite settled. I had to re-import my entries so all the permalinks are…once again…fucked. Oh well.
Moving
29
May
2002
I’m moving badpoetry.net to a new host. Things may be wacky for a while.
Email me at katieinshoes@cox.net during the switch.
My Freaky Computer
28
May
2002
I just finished a big chunk of a project I was working on. I leaned back and sighed with relief.
And then my computer suddenly plays that Windows “ta da!” sound.
I thought somehow it was actually cheering me on. Scared the shit out of me.
And then I realized it had just finished ripping my Mono Puff CD and that sound its completion signal.
It was still creepy, though.
Passwords
27
May
2002
My dad is using the same password for our cox.net service that he used 5 years ago when we got AOL.
I don’t remember what my password was then.
But I bet it was something stupid.
Not that it isn’t now.
A Note to My Sweetheart
27
May
2002
A note I wrote to my sweetheart:
*Yesterday afternoon I actually went shopping and bought a swimsuit.
I’ve avoided swimsuit shopping for many years, only doing so when my old one was totally unwearable.
But I have apparently developed the self-confidence to enjoy shopping for one.
I attribute it to being repeatedly told that I’m cute and sexy. :)
So thank you, sweetie.
I love you lots!
Katie*
