Hey! Look! There’s a new layout!
I really like it! I think it turned out well. I can’t remember how I imagined it to appear, so I’ll pretend it’s exceeded my wildest dreams.

At this moment, I’m playing online Chu Chu Rocket with my little brother. I think he’s winning because I was busy working on this site.
See what you made me do, site? Lose.

I’m also cooking some food in a microwave. Yes, I know. My fanciness knows no bounds. Microwaved food?! What next? Satin napkins?
Anyway, I’m going to go now. To finish with the food. And communicate with my brothers. (Augh! Communication! Now I’m really too fancy!)

Somehow, I managed to open almost every link from almost every tab I had open in Firefox with a single click.

And at the time, I was browsing a forum.

Between this and Firefox’s crashing earlier, I’d swear it was out to kill me. What did I do, Firefox?! I only used Opera once or twice, I swear!
The layout is still coming. It’s mostly done, I just need to make it work with Wordpress.

Oh, I guess I’m not taking the SATs ’til this summer.
It’s still a little shocking, but only a little.

But, hey! Guess what?
I’m working on a layout! You know, like, for this site! It may be a little incredulous, I know, but…
Do you trust me? *”A Whole New World” starts playing*
That’s how that scene begins, isn’t it?
Well, I may be mistaken. The closest I’ve come to watching Aladdin recently is pulling up the part with “Prince Ali” on Youtube. I watched it with my brother! We noticed lines we never noticed before!

Did you know that all of his birds warble on-key? Because I didn’t.
Not until now. (Or then. Whenever I watched it.)

Anyway, wow! This feels like old times. Listening to Winamp and making a layout. I’m probably getting nostalgia all over the floor. Anyway, I better finish working on the layout before I lose the spark of idea that I had.

Holy cow, man. I have to sign up for the SATs this weekend.

It’s freaking me out a little bit, because now it’s like it’s real. It’s really happening! It’s going to happen!
I’m going to sit in a test center and do my best to answer a list of questions!
I’m going to study a lot to make sure I have everything down pat!
I’m going to invest in an SAT-board-approved calculator!
I’m going to try really hard and hope that I do decently!

WAUGH~!

(p.s. oh hey, two posts two days in a row. Maybe I can keep this up.)

Holy cow, I just read an old IM log of mine from 2004, and I swear, it was like watching a horror movie.
A specific point in a horror movie, actually: the time when the lead is about to walk into the spooky [insert place here], and you’re sitting there going “NO, DON’T GO IN THERE, DON’T GO IN THERE!”

Needless to say, 2004-me went in there.

Even though I already knew the ending, it was still kind of scary.

What was I thinking?!

Anyway, I’ve got some broccoli I’m cooking, and I’ve got to finish that up.
Yeah! Wish me luck. And if 2008-me sees something to go in to, she will avoid it.

Hi! How are you? Me, my laptop had to be reformatted on the 15th.

Yeah, that was a really terrible day. I was so dragged out, I felt awful by the end of it and I just wanted to climb into bed.

It started out well enough, though. It started with me and my brothers waking up refreshed and having a pleasant time together! Yeah! We ate breakfast, and got ready for the day! Things were great!
I was going to go on the computer, and I was planning on managing my time with a lot more care than usual. So, I got on to the computer, checked a guide for a game for my brothers, rebooted to install the update Windows was nagging me about, ran off to handle other things, and upon my return, all I had waiting for me was…

“Configuring Updates. Stage 3 of 3 0% Complete.”

This message didn’t bother me too much at first. Yeah, updates take a while to install, sometimes. But it never got past that stage. It only changed to reboot, and tell me the exact same message.
To make a long story short: I looked around, found out this problem wasn’t unique to me, called two tech support lines, and eventually had to reformat my family’s laptop.
Also, Vista is less endeared to me than ever.
That’s not a big difference.

It ended up, however, being a very small loss on my part. I had been keeping most of my documents on the D:\ partition of the hard drive, whereas Vista was installed (and had to reformat) the C:\ partition.
I’m not sure I’m using that word properly, though. I don’t know if this hard drive is partitioned, or just two hard drives in the same laptop.

Either way, my stuff is mostly safe! (I lost the layout I had been working on for Cel3stial, but I have an earlier version on a thumb drive if I want to re-do it. Besides, I’m not so in love with that layout, anyway.)
Unfortunately, my mom lost basically everything- and Tai lost a few things important to him, as well. I’m trying to empathize, but mostly I’m just happy my own stuff is okay. (Sorry! Sorry! I’m sorry!)

Well, I guess that’s about all I have to write about. Uh… earlier today, I tried doing homework while I was exhausted, and I did very poorly. I’m just assuming that’s because I was tired rather than because I wasn’t good at it, because I covered this exact same stuff a couple of weeks ago and I did a lot better.
Even so, that had me a little disappointed. But I’m trying not to let it get to me too much!

Have a good day! Thanks for reading!

People keep touching my hair when I go out. Seriously! My brothers, too. I– I’m not a holy person or anything, so it’s pretty weird!
See, my brothers and I are half black, and half white. As such, we have really curly hair.
The three of us all wear our hair in a kind of dreadlock-like style. It is very long: for two of us, it’s all the way down our backs, in fact.
And people are always, always walking up to us and touching our hair without asking. So far, they have invariably been white and middle-aged or older.

Most recently, this almost happened to me when I was at a pharmacy. I was walking briskly through an aisle, and a guy reached out and started to touch my hair. I was still walking while he did this, so it fell out of his hands, and he kind of nervously said “nice hair.” I think I smiled at him and said “oh, thanks!” and went on my way.

But… that was a pretty mild incident. No, the strangest incident by far was at a doctor’s office over a year ago.
My mom and I were checking out, making our next appointments, and paying the bill. And out of nowhere, I heard a woman’s quiet voice right behind me, almost whispering:

“I have to touch your hair.”

My response: “Uh, okay.”
My thoughts: “OH MY GOSH I’M GOING TO DIE.”
My face: Matching my thoughts.

Not that it mattered that I said anything, though, because she was already touching my hair.
The receptionists and my mom were kind of amused by my reaction, and kind of weirded out by this elderly lady.
This elderly lady who went on in a way I will paraphrase:

“When I was younger, in the 60’s, I had friends who were black. And my white friends all said I shouldn’t be with them, and I did. In fact, I spent the night with one of them, even though my friends and family didn’t approve, because I knew that was wrong.”

Mostly, my mom and I smiled and nodded.
And left.

I would be okay, if no old ladies ever told me about their sex life from forty years ago.
And I would be okay if strangers would stop touching my hair without asking. (I’d be fine if they just asked first, really, I would!)

Thank you and goodnight!

It’s probably time to upgrade Wordpress again, isn’t it? I don’t keep up with these things! Don’t ask me, ask Steve Jobs, or Stephen King, or Stephen “001″ B(name- maybe private)!
I can ask one out of three of them. You can bet money on which one it is, but no one will pay up. There’s a corrupt bookie, you see.

Anyway, today my mom walked a great distance in snowy weather, and got a ride from a friendly stranger Baptist lady who invited my mom to join her church. My mom is considering this!

My dad and I made her a nice breakfast to make up for the snowalk. Then…
Then I played Civilization 4 for too many hours. How many, exactly? Well, I can’t tell you. I’ve been prohibited by law!
And by guilt!
Anyway, Civilization 4’s online play is not so great. It was like one-player, except I lose more! Even when playing with someone who helped me out a great deal. I still was losing! But, the losing was not painful; the playing for too long was.
After I stopped playing, I was happier. Smiles!
Oh. Except for how I was saddened by the fact that everyone ate more bacon than me.
And they did, too!

But my family and I laughed and had fun talking about stuff like waving your head around. Can you believe it?

Oh. And there is an OMG HECKBUNCH of SNOWWW WHOA.
Okay, bye!

Cel3stial is five years old around today.
I’ve had this site since I was twelve years old. That’s kind of a big thing to me.
Cellie here has taken up residence in a large portion of my life! And I can honestly say I’m not surprised. I seriously did almost always think Cellie and I would make it to five years. I didn’t think that the updates would have grown so sporadic, or that I’d leave a default template layout up for longer than two days, but I think I’m okay with just having made it.

What kind of percentage is it, here, anyway? Of my life that Cel3stial has been around, I mean. I did the math (how did that phrase come about, anyway? the math makes it sound foreboding.) and it comes to about thirty percent. I’d say that’s nothing to sneeze at.

So here’s to you, Cellie! Yes, you: not rocking but bouldering, and nothing to sneeze at! Even if you didn’t actually open until a few days later!

I’m writing this without a computer, so I had to cut it short. Sorry.

Today, I was making toast! To be honest with you, this was no more than an hour ago. (I’m back on track! Woo-ha!)
It didn’t end well.

Well, maybe it did. It’s all a matter of your point of view, I guess.
At any rate, it all burned. And I made something like eight pieces of toast!
I had the toaster on the lowest setting, and I swear to you, the toast wimped out. It resigned from its position and just said “no!” to being eaten.
Either that, or the toaster was harming the toast psychologically somehow. If only I were a toast psychologist. I could help, you know? Maybe I can at least join the toast peace corps.

In the end, I scraped off the burnt areas from most of the pieces. The toast had to undergo yet more harm at my hands. Oh, woe! Woeee!

Ah… yep, I guess that’s all. This happened to me and my first impulse was to write about it. So here I am!

edit and postscript: The toast did taste good!