Waiting for Podot

That title is a reference to the fact that I want an iPod, just not yet.

I just updated just the facts, but I really felt stifled in not being able to express myself with my usual length and depth of description. Emma has decided that she doesn't want to get the internet in our house. Well, she wants the internet, just not enough to pay money for it. She says £7.50 a month is too much to pay for internet access. I willing to pay that and more for internet access, but it's how it has to be. Typical. I guess that means that I'll have to try and sell 0.5Mbit instead of 2Mbit, which is half the price and maybe I can get them to agree. But it's that damn extra £2.50 a month that throws them off (don't question my mathematics, I'm not telling you about the mandatory phone line rental).

Anyway, that's all my task for the next few days. Dan's here right now, we're just rocking out in the Southlands computer room. We're avoiding the library because Emma's slightly on edge (rightly so) about the fact that Katou is now living with us on a semi-permanent basis. Emma doesn't so much mind this, it's just the fact that shwasn't't consulted, or even asked. Come to think of it, neither was I, but I get by without being too angry at too many things. I just hope he contributes to at least some of what we have to pay. He is using our shower, television, DVD player, fridge... the list could go on, but I'll just inform you that he uses a lot of electricity, and he uses gas as well for his cooking. I don't particularly feel like paying for him. He's getting lucky in not paying rent, but a free house for three months... I hope he appreciates it like I appreciated Yoko's kindness in housing me (as in, no more sulkfests from Katou).

Yuri's leaving the country next Monday, which is another one of the Roehampton group who is departing back to Japan. It's a shame we never got to hang out more, but we got to have a nice meal before she left. She took us to her house, and offered us free roam of most things. Grabby Kaori took most things straight out, but she shared them around when we got back. The only thing I was really interested in was the Panasonic HiFi, which I got for my room. I have to say, I don't expect it was a very expensive HiFi, but it does not sound bad, Since my one became communal in the living room, the one I have now is a decent enough replacement. Yeah, it's not 5.1 and doesn't have a subwoofer, but I can hook it up to my computer and have a mini theatre with stereo sound to almost rival the downstairs one. The speakers are detachable, and they're pretty solid, with a nice bass response. They're just bookshelf speakers, but still, they do the trick for me, especially if I balance the sound right on my PC.

I have also decided to convert one of my many useless closets into a small computer closet, which I can close away until I need to use it, and then it's like a mini computer room. Oh, the plans I have for my room. It should be a technological heaven by the time I finish with it. All I need from there is an iPod.

While I wait for University to start, I have very little to actually do. I have to work for my mother this weekend, so that should help me get back with debts, and after I find a small job, I'll sort out my bank account.

I picked up my sister from the Reading festival yesterday. It meant a long, extremely hot drive for hours, waiting in traffic for hours, having my time thoroughly wasted for hours, and then finding that a tree obscured the sign for the turn off to get back to Kingston. I do hate the world sometimes. But not enough for it to fester and make me go Emo. Apparently the Emo children are like rats at Reading: everywhere. They express their sorrow and individuality by dressing and acting the same. It's not cool to be Gothic anymore, now you have to be Emo. The whole fashion of acting "individually" is sickening. Another ploy for attention, and it fits in with the times.

When I finally arrived at the designated pick up point for my sister (who would have thought there were two brands of blue and yellow self storage facilities within a few hundred metres of each other), there was another group of people waiting to be picked up. They were pretty stereotypically a group of people having just left Reading. They were a little dirty, they had the standard amount of piercings, the correct portions of dreadlocked hair, you know, they had read the Emo/Rock Chick handbooks and followed them pretty closely. Then a 30 foot black limousine pulls up, and all four of them got in. It wasn't hired, it was actually owned (I think; the chauffeur seemed to know them well). I found it hilarious that their entire "misunderstood child of rock" image was shattered by their parents getting a limousine to pick them up from a rock festival.

Anyhow, I'm boring Dan, and he wants to do something fun, like steal a water cooler refill or something. Maybe he should revise. I'm going to read Slashdot.