I’m really starting to think that things will never be the easy way for me. Tonight, after work, I came home to find that my inverter had arrived in the mail. I had high hopes that replacing it would make my laptop’s screen work again, except it didn’t. So it’s definitely the backlight that needs replacing. I have no experience with soldering, and I know replacing that myself would require that. That basically leaves me with either paying someone to do that or just replacing the LCD screen. I’m waiting to hear back on what replacing the screen would cost. I’m a little scared to know how much. I may just end up buying an external montior if it’s the cheaper option. We’ll see.

If only I could take the screen from my old laptop and put it on this one, but I doubt that would even work. I was almost going to say that I miss that laptop, but it was a lot heavier than the current, so yeah. I definitely miss my files though, especially the screenplays I wrote. Sigh.

My coworker told me that my MySpace default is “sexy, seductive and smart”. If he wasn’t the biggest manwhore at work, I wouldn’t have nearly thrown up in my mouth when he said that. He also seems to think that I have a boyfriend, which is news to me since I don’t. I’m probably too closed off for relationships.

Or how The Like put it, “You’re a boy that I could love and all I do is run”.

I’m tired. It’s my day off. Maybe I will clean my room.

The inverter for the screen of my laptop decided that it no longer wants to work. It would flicker off, I’d get it back on, only to have it go off again after a few seconds. Frustrating as hell. I could still see the faint image of my desktop on the screen though, which was a sigh of relief that my computer is still safe. I’m currently using my brother’s monitor after a fight about my computer, which apparently he does not think is important at all. He also has not gotten over when I was mad and told him that I wish he’d never been born a long time ago. I wasn’t serious, that’s just what older siblings do.

But anyway, back to my computer. My lovely and dear friend, Ryan was going to let me borrow his old monitor but his roommate apparently gave it away. I emailed a couple places about getting it fixed shortly after midnight because it was obviously too late to call, not to mention it being a holiday and all. I haven’t heard back from them. Though in my impatience, I googled the issue on my phone and found it’s not that hard to fix myself. So I searched for the part on ebay and found it! One option was $20 but from Hong Kong, while the other was $30 from California. My naturally cheap self wanted to go with the $20 one but after asking Joliz, she told me to go with the California one and so I did.

My NYE was rather dull. After coming home to discover the laptop issue, I passed out until 3 minutes before midnight. As much as I would like to chalk up sleeping to being depressed over my laptop, I cannot. I slept a ridiculous amount on Tuesday and woke up at 10pm. Yes, 10pm. So I opted to just stay awake and go to work, and then ended up passing out once I got home. Fun times. I had to open today so that put a damper on things as well. I have no regrets about it, I saw 2008 end and 2009 begin then promptly fell back asleep after an exchange of text messages.

I need to finish up some stuff and head to bed. Speaking of bed, I have finally decided to let polexia.net go in a couple weeks, and have moved my Project 365 to By The Bed.

I turn 25 in a month and a half.

Witnessing the pseudo acid trip video for Phantom Planet’s “Dropped” was the greatest Christmas gift ever.

My sleep schedule is so incredibly fucked up from going overnight at work the 23rd-24th, and then working overtime which equaled 14 hours total at work. I think that’s about how many hours I worked last Christmas Eve, too.

Christmas has been pleasant. My mom made us dinner last night and breakfast this morning. There’s tons of leftovers from last night, too. I wanted to help out with dinner but I kept passing out randomly for brief periods like I was suffering from narcolepsy.

Speaking of periods. I think my brother is scared of that word. I wonder if the use of the word menstruation would have scarred him for life.

But anyway, happy holidays.

So my mom was telling me how my dad is leaving her messages about wanting to spend New Year’s with us and how she wouldn’t trust him here and blah blah blah. I love how she would rather tell me this shit, rather than flat out telling him that he is not welcome in our home or in our lives.

See my post from 2006 for the last time it snowed here.

Outside of work. Myself and two other coworkers had a brief snowball fight after this was taken.

On the way to my house.

My brother’s car outside my house