I’ve arrived safely, just been too lazy to blog.

So yes, I am alive.

More to come later.

Currently, I’m sitting at Gate 15 at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. I’ve had about 2 hours of sleep, so I’m very loopy and bored.
Our flight to Atlanta leaves in about… two hours. Ugh.

Unfortunately for spoiled me and my spoiled mother, we cannot purchase an upgrade, as we’re flying with an award ticket (bought with points). So god fucking forbid, us spoiled little 5-foot bitches are stuck in coach.

I saw the movie Wanted (you know, the one with Angelina Jolie) with Phillip, Bobbi, Billy and Sierra on Sunday. Cool movie. I managed to circumvent the age restrictions by just going inside and using the machine and my debit card to purchase the ticket. Sneaky me.
Even if you aren’t into those kinds of movies, it has Angelina Jolie’s naked ass in it.

Anyway, I might blog more later today. I might not.

Spain here we come!

Yessiree, it’s another birthday today. Staci is now 18, she is 100% legal and can now have sex with the many men she so wishes to claim as her own.
Happy birthday Staci!

I had what I believe to be two very odd dreams, which as usual, I remember with amazing detail.

I’ll start out with the one about the flying VW.

It was the day of our departure to the sunny country of Spain. We’re leaving to Phoenix Sky Harbor when, alas, a mysterious old VW Beetle has appeared in our driveway. It has somehow been modified to fly! We decide to save plane ticket money, and use the Flying VW to go to Atlanta. For some reason, James is with us, and I’m telling him how cool Atlanta looks from the sky.

We get to Atlanta, and the poor little bug needs some engine cleaning. We take it to some Mexican guy that seems to know what he’s doing, and tell him to have it cleaned by the time the flight to Madrid departs (but we have a flying Volkswagen, why do we need to catch our flight?), which in the dream is 9 PM. While we wait, while the clock ticks, he doesn’t have our little bug cleaned yet, so we have some friends take us to the airport, which is apparently back home in Arizona. Our luggage is in the Volkswagen with the Mexican guy. While we are already back home, we board a plane to get home again. When we get home again, by plane this time, we realize that our flight to Madrid has been missed. I angrily force myself to cry, and attempt to turn back time. I do, at this point, realize that I am dreaming, but not enough to be lucid. Damn.

Second dream which is strangely related. I’ll call it Sand-Filled Airport:

I’m driving James, his brother Michael, and his sister Sarah back to Sky Harbor from up north somewhere. It looked like Flagstaff, but the details were never revealed in the dream, as far as I can remember. Apparently, I have a motorbike which Michael keeps taking and speeding down the freeway with. “Michael!,” James says, “We’re in the USA now! You can’t do that!”
He finally crashes, is miraculously unharmed, and gives us the bike back. We arrive at the airport, which seems to have moved to where I-17 is in Camp Verde, and is all outdoor. The airport is covered in what looks like 4 feet of sand or mushy concrete. Or both. For some reason, we have to get to baggage claim. The airport is getting sandier by the minute. Shit, we have to get to baggage claim before we drown in this stuff. I find a homeless-looking elderly man, who really looks like he ought to be working as a Wal-Mart greeter instead of as an airport person, and ask him where baggage claim is. He points over to a Roman-styled building, complete with arches and a payphone almost completely submerged in sand and/or mushy concrete.
I don’t recall anything after that.

Although I am remembering bits and pieces of other dreams… or are they from the same one? I remember a house on a hill, I think in Spain, and a creepy old woman. Not enough details for an interesting blog post, sadly.

If you’re wondering, I took a melatonin last night.

It’s my Mom’s birthday today, so I’m wishing her a happy one!

Nothing else going on. Just waiting for June to end, I want to go to Spain already!

Hmm, I suppose I should attempt to write a decent post.

I’ve noticed that I hit a “mental peak” after a certain amount of hours of uptime. With my current sleeping schedule, this “peak” is around 5 AM. I don’t know if it’s because I think I’m at a mental peak, or if it’s because of this and this.

I haven’t been doing anything, anything at all lately. Just geeking it up online (yo, that’s my gangsta flow there) and spending my money, thanks to my new checking account and debit card. I’ve been buying older Gamecube games, especially since they’re so cheap now. So far I’ve bought Bloody Roar: Primal fury, Soul Calibur 2, and Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 4. All these for under $50 total. w00t!
I have a lot of good memories with THPS 4. Me and my old friend have made many many custom parks, lots of which are filled with inescapable pits and banked curves that lead to an inevitable bail. Good times.

Productively, things have been dull. I haven’t made anything much, really, and don’t have any ideas that I could do as of now. Maybe after a few Ph.Ds I could, but not now.

Oh, I have a question maybe the Interwebs could help me with: I want to configure my old laptop (running Ubuntu and XP) to be easy-to-use for my mom. She can use my dad’s Macbook with ease, so I’m thinking of configging Ubuntu to have a GUI that emulates OSX’s. She’ll just be using it for Internet browsing and email, so I won’t need anything superfancy. But if you have any ideas, let me know!

I have been addicted to this little game for years. I recommend it to all of you.
Unfortunately, it’s near impossible to get it to run in Linux+Wine.
Anyway, super awesome addictive game. Go play it!

Space Trader for Windows - Home

I got my AIMS Math results back. I passed, with 40 points away from exceeding. For my own personal satisfaction, I’m gonna retake next year to try to get exceeding.

Also, peanut butter is the absolute most evil food in the world. I can’t stop eating it, mmmm.

I’ve noticed that when I’m dreaming, sometimes I’ll encounter people speaking another language, like Spanish or Japanese.
My question is that is it really those languages? Is my mind generating words that sound like it? Or is it really just English, but my dream-mind is interpreting it as foreign?
Unfortunately I can never remember the words spoken, so I suppose we’ll never know.

Today can’t get any weirder.

First of all, I hear of a friend’s weird situation which I can’t speak of. Okay. That’s really weird, I think. (Useless for you to read, but this is my blog goddammit.)
Second of all, in my quest for trying to unlock my Vodafone UK handset, I discover that it is just a normal V3 with a V3r firmware. Which means I have to dismantle it and spend hundreds of dollars on equipment. Or, just pay some company $20 for a subsidy code. I break down and pay them.

Windows starts BSOD-ing every other five minutes thanks to my wifi adapter. But this time, I have to boot up 3+ times to get it to actually get anywhere. Otherwise I get a black screen that’s completely useless. I end up making it into Safe Mode, “cleanly” shutting down (so I can write to my NTFS partitions) and going into Linux.

Then, Linux freaks the fuck out. You see, Linux doesn’t like it when Windows writes to my ext3 partitions. Linux likes to check them bit by bit, which takes an amazingly long time for all the shit on my drives, and then fix the errors veeery sloooowly.
But this time, the errors were so severe that I had to be put in (dun dun dunnnn) Maintenance Mode. Which claimed that virtually nothing was installed. No vim, no apt, nothing but base bash stuff. Which was stupid. I don’t know why it was trying to use an apt-get command automatically (it was) but it said:

“Apt-get it currently not installed. You may install it by typing ‘apt-get install apt’.”

Yeah. That’ll work.

I fsck the stupid partition, and reboot… which just takes me to GDM instead of shutting down now -R like I told it to. I figure it’s best to be safe, and restart. It boots, slowly (took its damn time with “manual drivers”), and I log in. What do you know? My wireless adapter is nonexistent.
I unplug it, plug it back in. It connects to the network faster than it ever has before and is suddenly existent again.

Apt-get and everything else are magically “reinstalled”.

I sigh out of frustration, and check my email.

This is where shit hits the fan.

I paid twenty five fucking dollars for a subsidy code that some guy on some phone-modding forums gave to me, just now, for FREE. Whatever. I’ll see if the codes are the same, or if one of these guys is just pulling numbers out of their ass.

Can this day get any weirder? It’s like one of my weird dreams.

PS: Anyone have a SIM card I could borrow? I need to know if the code works.

Happy Birthday James! I love you!
You’re gonna have to wait and see what your present is!