Ghetto Laptop

I thought I should mention that I got a new laptop.

Well, actually, it's a old one. A old as practically dirt (for a laptop I guess) It's a 1998 toshiba satellite. It can get internet if I pay the $40 dollars for a wireless card.

Before I got to texas, Margie got a macbook G4, and she had this one (which her sister-in-law gave to her)

It has microsoft word, and it plays music. The mouse doesn't work, so I have to buy a wireless one off of ebay, and right now i'm using a mouse from an old computer.

It works though.

I didn't realize how much I liked journal-ing. Yesterday I wrote 8 pages!!!

I always wanted to be one of those cool people who would write in journals every day, and would brag how "I finished 38 journals this year" and then they could look back at them every 5 years or so.

Nope. Not for me.

Sure, I might have 38 journals, (only because I liked the covers of the journals, which made me buy them) but they only have the first 3 pages filled out, (that's where my hand started to hurt.)

So, now, I type. I mean, obviously I have this sad little blog. Which is fine with me. But really, this blog was supposed to be completely private, then I found out a couple of my friends were starting to read it, so private-ness was sort of out of the window. b

Now, people I don't even know read my blog, which I think is just delightful. haha.