February 7th, 2001:

Computed my taxes this evening. I am getting a $1409 refund!

I also worked out a budget. I was going to put it online… but then I had second thoughts.

Why the hell should I tell everyone how much I make and where I spend it? By showing my budget to the world, people could help fine tune it, and make sure that I am accounting for everything. In addition, closer acquaintances could use it to make sure I am following it by the letter. Of course the negative side to putting it online speaks for itself.

What do you think?

Need sleep now. I have to go to work. Start and finish a BIG project (grrr… I hate rushed deadlines) and leave by 2:30pm so I can bring my parents to the airport. They are going to Las Vegas to meet up with my Aunt and Uncle.

I built a quick little hack to show some of the php-lj functionality.

Because it was a quick hack (about 2 mins of coding) there is a lot of things it does wrong. If you specify “no comments” on a post, it will still show comments links. If you tell it not to auto format the post, it still will. And if I post a private, friends only, or friends group post that you should not be allowed to read, it will show it to you anyway. These problems are not due to the livejournal protocol, or php-lj, but simply because I didn’t bother to write the code to check for this kind of stuff yet.

Enjoy, and please let me know if you see any errors, problems, or security holes (other than the ones mentioned above).

“Hey boss, can I have Friday off?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks!”

Done deal.

My results from the sextest.

The info on your 6 future sex partners:
6 of them will be female
0 of them will be male
And you will actually love 1 of them!
You have an untapped source of sexual energy.

I hope not! I honestly cannot see my self with 6 more people.

I don’t like it. Not one bit.

I sign up with a fast, friendly, LOCAL ISP for my DSL service. I even pay EXTRA money to be with a fast, friendly, LOCAL ISP. A few months ago, they got bought out by Prodigy. “No big deal,” I think to myself. “I’ll still get the great service I always have,” I say over and over again.

I called them today to attempt to change my service to my new address. I get some lady a million miles away from me, who stops speaking amid conversation to click the mute button on her phone and say something to a co-worker or manager. Instead of offering me a “hello”, or a “how are you” or even her name, she instantly goes into a speech, without even knowing who I am, about how the account information system is down, and because of that, she can’t help me with anything but general questions. Then she stops talking. I can’t tell if she is just done, or if she has placed me on mute again. I wait. She says, “hello?!?”. I hang up.

I don’t like it. Not one bit.

TimeCrash wrote the words I have never been able to, and I feel as though I understand a little more of myself having read them. Thank you.

She called yesterday around noon. I dropped everything I was doing to talk to her. Once the hi-how-are-you’s were over, I had nothing more to say. Despite the fact that she told me she would be studying all weekend, and therefore would most likely not be inclined to do anything, she opted, on a whim, to run off to Oklahoma with him to go camping in a cabin in the woods.

She acted concerned about the happenings in my life. She claimed she wanted to come see me once I was all moved in. I responded by tentatively inviting her to the house warming party we might have. I think she expected a more personal invitation.

Our conversation ended on the same awkward note it usually does. I believe the awkwardness is present because I always feel like I have to have a purpose for calling her, aside from mere communication.

Why do I still have this infatuation with her? It has been eleven days since I’ve seen her, and even longer since we’ve actually been together.

I don’t want her.
I don’t need her.
I don’t love her.