…but I hate Bothwell.

So this week I am visiting my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Shaneka. She’s pretty much my sister… we have nothing in common, but we love each other anyway. I love her family. Her dad is Chuck, and he is probably one of my favorite people in the entire world. Everyone else is pretty much afraid of him…but I think he’s swell. He only pretends to be mean. He’s really like a giant teddy bear that looks all grumpy but he’s actually really soft.

Her mom, Barb, has had one of the biggest influences on my life. She’s been my mom when my real mom wasn’t being one. She’s taught me about things in life, and always been wtih with pickles. Mm mm, i looove pickles.

Anyway, the one downside about visiting my bestest is that there seems to be a horrible lack of….well…everything…in Bothwell, or as The Punk calls it - the third world. Bothwell is the town I grew up in and it’s still sort of living like it was 20 years ago. I was told that there was available wireless web but my laptop seems to dissagree - personally, I’m going to trust my laptop.

So I’m on dail up. Yes. Dial up.This is making it sort of difficult to study seeing as all of my courses are online. …Also, being the 1/2-tech geek that I am I like to have about…a million different windows up doing about a million differnet things. So right now, instead of blogging and checking the daily blogs (I really have to be selective on teh daily blog bit…considering it takes 40 hours to load a page) while I check my school confrences, while I check all 4 e-mails, while I do a few other random things…I am just typing. Lame. Buuuut at least there is something.

So this week there will probably be a lack of posting, and next week I have exams… sooo it’ll be slow around here for a bit… But I’ll try to get something up every day… ALSO shaneka has surround sound, but I can’t make it work. So I’ve been watching tv wtih subtitles all day. ha ha, im a loser. But I did buy some wine. So I’m going to go and drink the entire bottle to try and forget about the circumstances.

Oh, and Bothwell is filled with weirdos. Not the good kind of weirdos…like the old men sitting on the back of trailers staring at you and your breasts as you walk past…and their pigs stare too. Not nice.