My Electronic Castle

The computer in my room is hooked up to the Internet, at long last! I'm glad I no longer have to use that crappy house computer, on which the joy of Red Orchestra was denied me, not to mention having had to bear up under the incessant churlish drama and bellowings of my house mates. Indeed, now I can all the more shut myself in my room to avoid them! I'm not the most social person, which is aggravated by the fact that my job as a gas station attendant taxes my limited tolerance for human interaction, after which I simply have little patience for the boisterously boorish behavior of my peers. I don't hold it against them, as I understand much of it has to do with their upbringing and former "addict" lifestyle — but that doesn't make it any more pleasant.

Getting online was an arduous and time-consuming exercise in trying to punch a hole through lathe and plaster, which involved both a drill and a steak knife! Not at all elegant, I know. A pity I am probably going to end up moving to Bill's room within a week, as his room-mate is moving out. Guess I'll have to buy another ethernet cable, or see if Norm has one that's long enough, then climb into the attic to run it alongside Bill's line. At least I will end up in a larger room that will offer more privacy and a more pleasant and trustworthy room-mate. Until Bill moves out, of course, into an apartment with Josephine, though I am getting the impression he is ambivalent about that enterprise.

College is just around the corner, and just as I feared my calculus course will prove to be a very short, and therefore also an intense one. I can't believe the fools at the college, whoever they may be, think math classes should be shorter in duration than most other classes during summer term! Nonetheless, with earplugs and diligence I should do quite well, as I always have been good at math. I'm also starting volunteering for FreeGeek tomorrow, which I will likely end up using for the dual purpose of self-education and getting scholarships. Since federal grant funding is getting cut and the Perkins loan being phased out, the time has come to start learning how to hustle for scholarship money, especially since I seem doomed to attend a university, possibly in Corvalis.

My true wish is to lay my head in Tammy's lap and remain still in peace and bliss in a timeless, dreamlike state, no longer plodding forward to an unknown end for equally uncertain hopes, staving off dreads both knowable and unknowable.