(11:35 a.m.)See, now that I've culled the sites that didn't have the HTML fragment for Winds of Chaos up, the ring's getting much more traffic. I moved the culled sites to the queue, and e-mailed them to let them know what's going on. Apparently, they don't care, because I haven't gotten a response. I'm kind of hoping that Katie just didn't read or get the mail, because she was the person who helped me start the ring, and she didn't have the fragment on her page. She did recently update her page, so it may have gotten lost in transition. Or I might have been too cold in the e-mail, which may explain why I didn't get any response from these people. I don't know.
I'm actually quite proud of myself. I've been doing a marvelous job of overcoming my morbidity and anger. Maybe because I'm getting some stability in my life, finally.
I got extended at work! In case I didn't mention it before, I'm only a temporary Top-Secret Receptionist. I get no health or life insurance benefits, but I do get to take advantage of the ridiculous sums they pay me to sit here and type stuff up. No fast-food work for me, thanks. I started out as an Intern Top-Secret Receptionist, during the summer of ‘97, and kept getting my Term of Appointment extended. So, I can keep working here for another year. Probably because I'm also a Top-Secret Training Assistant.
My father is absolutely disgusted with me right now. See, my weight loss plan consists of eating whatever I damn well please, as long as I try to keep it within limits (so when I eat a package of cookies all by myself, I try to skip lunch or something for a couple days to make up for it). It's working. This really pisses him off, and I think it also provides a bad example for him. See, he's the type that'll eat a whole package of donuts, and not even realize he's eaten so much. I think he's a bit compulsive about it, and it's probably because my mother has emotionally castrated him. I mean, honestly, he's regressed into a little boy who mutters, sullenly, "Why did you have to get me in trouble?" when my mother goes off, yet again. He acts as though I'm a nasty older sister, and his wife is his mother.
I'm working my way through a package of breath savers. Unfortunately, they're nauseating me, too.
The Anonymous Guy hasn't posted in a while. Again, three more days..... I noticed the oddest thing, though. His part of my site is under Avenues/Journals/Women on Geocities. That's more than a little odd. I'd be curious to know how much traffic his part of the site gets on its own. I have a suspicion that it's more than mine. I'm a little pissed at him anyway. I found out from Dirk last night that when Dirk was online under my name, and asked the guy if he knew me (he's on my buddy list), he told Dirk that we'd been dating for three weeks. Fucking what? He later admitted that he'd been kidding, but it started Dirk on a whole new round of worrying that I'm planning to dump him for someone else.
Is it just me, or was no-one especially impressed with the tapes of Clinton testimony? At this point, who cares, besides the Republicans? This had about as much impact on me as, say....a fly crashing into my head. A minor irritation, if I even bother to notice it.
I guess Roachboy doesn't ever want the copies of the GABOC tapes he was demanding, especially not if it means having to pay me back the money he owes me. He's blocked me (which I consider a relief, although I think it was rather petty of him to announce it to me out of the blue, when I hadn't even been talking to him or anything). I'll bet he's just waiting until he finds another kiddie that he thinks is the greatest thing since sliced bread. He'll contact me soon enough then, if only to try to rub it in my face.
But, for now, no contact with him whatsoever, and I'm content.
Here's something of interest: Absolute Best of The Online Journals Oh? Some guy (or girl, who cares?) is going to tell me if my entry is the best of the day or not? I think this is a parody, because it links to another site offering the same sort of award, and he says that his qualifications for making a judgement like this are that he reads over 400 journals a day. Also, all the winners are his own journal entries...man, he must have been pissed when he was passed over for that award.
(11:02p.m.)Damn, I'm starting to itch pretty badly. The bad thing about chigger bites is that they itch the worst while they're healing. So, brain-surgeon material that I am, I scratch, until it bleeds. And man, does it bleed. That's why I have scars from the last time I got chiggers.
Alex was having another of his worse days. Two hour lunch breaks must be nice. I wish I had them. He seems to enjoy them rather often. He'll get his one day. I just know it.
I'm waiting to see if C--'s going to come online. I rather hope so, but his habits are getting less predictable lately.
Alright, I've passed the point of exhaustion, and I can pull an all-nighter. This is required because I have not one, but two exams tomorrow. Isn't college life the pits? I'd really like to get good grades on those exams.
I just spent the past 15 minutes writing down the lyrics of this song for C--, so I'll put it here. Honestly, it pisses me off that I cannot find Peter Laughner lyrics anywhere on the 'Net but here.
Amphetamine
Take the guitar player for a ride
Never in his life been satisified
Thinks he owes some kind of debt
Just can't seem to get over it.
With your bowling green
And your movie scene
And you don't know what I mean
But you don't know where I've been
With your Japanese hips
And your Spanish lips
Take the guitar player for a ride
He's never once been satisfied
Thinks he owes some kind of debt
It'll take him years to get over it
But you're so easily overexcited
We were having a party but we weren't invited
I took the kid down to the Harbor Inn
Ah, but the cops the wouldn't let him in
But he's used to being turned away
He's gonna show them, some fine day
And you're so easily excited
We were having a party but we weren't invited
With your better days
And your shifted phaze
And your purple haze
It's like a game that you play
We were having a party but we weren't invited
Until I found myself on the floor
I thought I knew better than I know now
Home was where I chose to hang my hat
And I guess that I got over that
I was so easily excited
There was always a party but I was never invited
Pretty baby was glad that she got this far
Then she went up on the roof just to read the stars
I gave her a hug and a kiss
But I could never give her this
Take the guitar player for a rid
He's hardly ever been satisfied
Maybe you can help him get over it
But you're so easily excited
It's like having a party and you aren't invited
I meant to do great things with this entry, but I'm pooped, goodnight.