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Greetings from La Jolla, one of the most posh cities in Southern California. I'm typing this on my uncle Fred's Inspiron 5000e, and he just might hate this computer even more than I hate my Inspiron 6000. Heh... But on the bright side, if I feel like complaining to Dell about their decision to NOT let me return my computer (or exchange it) even though it was their fault that my 21-day return period expired because they LIED to me about 4 times about sending me a CD... So I think I'll try and do the Fry's thing and try and remake the laptop. Or, I can sell it on eBay. :P I mean, it comes loaded with new memory, Win XP Pro, Office 2003... I don't know how to erase everything, but if I was really determined to take that route, I could.
Also on the plus side, I get to sleep on this nifty bunk bed in a high ceilinged room here at Fred's house... er, condo/apartment/studio/loft, whatever the hell this place is. We're only a few blocks from these kitschy shopping areas with antique shops, back specialty stores, and needlework craft places, along with the ocean itself~! I hope I get to go to the beach!
Even better, Mom wired some money into my pathetically low bank account so I can pay my hospital bill-- you know, back from when I sliced my hand open? HMO thankfully paid for the bulk of the bill. For 6 hours of insane pain and waiting, it was over $1000, and all I have left to pay is $35. ^^
We just came back from this really nice Italian restaurant where I had a yummy butternut squash with cheese ravioli and parmesean sauce. Dad gave me some of his ribeye (mostly fat, though there was some delish meat attached) and brocolli; it was all delicious, and well worth the four hours we were waiting for my Aunt Joyce and Sally to come back from their shopping spree.
So despite all complaints and fears, so far, this Thanksgiving weekend is shaping up okay. I stayed at Scott's parents' yesterday; his Mom is still super-nice and wonderful as always, though the house is "falling apart" as they're getting ready to move to Texas. I was totally nervous about saying there; I don't know what Scott has said to them about me recently (if anything at all), but it's not like anyone gave me the Evil Ex-Girlfriend treatment, and... truthfully, why label whatever this relationship I have with Scott is, anyway?
I have a bit of comfort and security in knowing how he feels about me, and that he ISN'T using me like the Paranoid side of me thought. So, I'm happy, even if at times he makes me wanna strangle him with how dense he can be (how single-minded!), and the fact that he's leaving... if to San Diego and not Japan, which is a bit better. :)
I think I'll catch up on a few journals and some more WIRED before I turn in for the night. Happy Thanksgiving, anyone!
Also on the plus side, I get to sleep on this nifty bunk bed in a high ceilinged room here at Fred's house... er, condo/apartment/studio/loft, whatever the hell this place is. We're only a few blocks from these kitschy shopping areas with antique shops, back specialty stores, and needlework craft places, along with the ocean itself~! I hope I get to go to the beach!
Even better, Mom wired some money into my pathetically low bank account so I can pay my hospital bill-- you know, back from when I sliced my hand open? HMO thankfully paid for the bulk of the bill. For 6 hours of insane pain and waiting, it was over $1000, and all I have left to pay is $35. ^^
We just came back from this really nice Italian restaurant where I had a yummy butternut squash with cheese ravioli and parmesean sauce. Dad gave me some of his ribeye (mostly fat, though there was some delish meat attached) and brocolli; it was all delicious, and well worth the four hours we were waiting for my Aunt Joyce and Sally to come back from their shopping spree.
So despite all complaints and fears, so far, this Thanksgiving weekend is shaping up okay. I stayed at Scott's parents' yesterday; his Mom is still super-nice and wonderful as always, though the house is "falling apart" as they're getting ready to move to Texas. I was totally nervous about saying there; I don't know what Scott has said to them about me recently (if anything at all), but it's not like anyone gave me the Evil Ex-Girlfriend treatment, and... truthfully, why label whatever this relationship I have with Scott is, anyway?
I have a bit of comfort and security in knowing how he feels about me, and that he ISN'T using me like the Paranoid side of me thought. So, I'm happy, even if at times he makes me wanna strangle him with how dense he can be (how single-minded!), and the fact that he's leaving... if to San Diego and not Japan, which is a bit better. :)
I think I'll catch up on a few journals and some more WIRED before I turn in for the night. Happy Thanksgiving, anyone!
