Got to love how my wireless was spazzing yesterday and all day today till I went to our main pc and fixed it. During that period of failed connections to the interweb, I managed to read chapters 2-4 (out of 5) of Unconscious Civilization. Maybe my wireless needs to spazz more often...


Also during for much of this morning till this evening, I have been having an allergic reaction to the old paper in the book. So I've been sneezing for the last 8 hrs. :D (I had an allergic reaction to US dollar bills throughout our Band trip too btw. I have no idea what causes this. (Could be the age of the paper...which doesn't work cuz those bills were 4-5 yrs old I think or it could be the ink). During this random period of sickness I have fallen into deep sleep twice. (And I don't know if that's ch 4's --IV From Managers and Speculators to Growth-- slight lack of interest is to blame...I'll go with the sickness)

Everyone's gone and gotten grad dresses it seems. I've barely looked let alone thought about it. Then again, looking at one through a window makes it harder to go and look for one as it kinda was supposed to be a mom-daughter shopping spree hunt venture....thing. Yes.

Oh yes, I'm sick, I'm feeling slightly tired as i read my butt off and I'm telling my dad to go buy a sofa bed so that when his brother ---who, btw guys SURPRISE, I just learned about his existance not too long ago---(Those of you who've heard my story of how I got to know of my 7-8 half-siblings get this) comes over next Monday from Georgia, my dad won't have to sleep on the sofa downstairs. Which will then mean I'd have to clean the computer room via disconnecting the computer, moving the desk to the other side of the room, migrating junk to the basement so that his brother can sleep on a sofabed (or a real bed if my dad just goes and buys that) and my dad on his own bed.

Am slightly annoyed that brother in Vancouver hasn't returned my calls. I will go under the assumption that the two of them (he and his wife) are on vacation.....or business trips.

The further more I read VI, the more I want to skip to the final chapter....Hm.(But yay! Almost done which equals Vanccie treating me to pocky tomorrow =O)

Fun fact: My dad's side of the family is wierd. Or well, I just don't know much about it. My mom's side ---based on what she used to tell me and what my aunt's told me---is huge and widespread. (Or well, my mom was the youngest of three and of her many her cousins (Their moms were sisters) is a famous Canadian poet)