And so, life goes on.

Apart from former friends playing turncoat on me, things aren't going so bad lately.

There's only been one thing that concerns me at the present moment - I can't figure out where my crystal went. About four years ago, I suddenly had this clear crystal with me. I don't know where it came from. I don't know how I got it. I don't know why I had it. I just had it...

After that dream I had of Lynne, it disappeared. I could swear it was on my desk, in front of my monitor, where it always was. After that dream, it was gone. I haven't found it since.

I suppose I'll find out what this all means, soon enough.

Speaking of friends, though... Rei asked me to take a picture of myself for one of her friends who was staying the night over there, so hey, why not... I took this today.



I think I look decent enough. I didn't take a shower today, just too busy with work and life in general... My hair does this weird thing. It used to be blonde when I was younger, around 4-8 years old... Then it turned a medium brown color like it is in that picture.

Whenever I go into the sun, it turns light brown, almost blonde. When I take a shower, it turns dark brown, then turns blonde as it dries out... Then turns medium brown again with blonde streaks through it.

Just seems weird to me...

Normally, I don't like to complain about things of this nature... But I feel that it needs to be said.

About two days ago, an unnamed individual writes about how she's upset. I e-mail her to see if she's feeling alright, after not talking to her for a month because I was upset over her getting together with someone else who wasn't me. I didn't want to say anything stupid to her.

Well, she's pissed at me or something... Because I get a lengthy e-mail in return saying that she thinks I didn't give a damn at all, and so forth... And that she feels that I'm trying to break them up.

So... Her boyfriend, a friend (Or former now.) won't talk to me. I had to relay things to him to try to get him to understand that this is all a big misunderstanding.

But I guess that won't happen since he said "all that matters to us is what we think, and we're not going to talk to you anymore, because it'll be better for us and for you."

This is exactly why I trust very few people and don't show much emotion to anyone. I'm sick of friends who are only fair-weather friends.

I just got home from Biloxi today. Nothing special happened, other than I really fucked up my legs playing that arcade game about the Japanese special police force... You have to use your body to hide, duck, and take cover. So I spent about three hours, yes three hours, ducking and hiding behind various objects on the arcade screen. Which tore the FUCK out of my thighs, as I'm not SpecOps material.

Thing gives a good workout though... I should get that game for a few thousand and play it to get exercise! Better than those stupid video tapes!!

And I'm off... See you guys on Tuesday.

I hate computers, at times. This being one of them.

Earlier today the motherfucking computer crashes. This time it was for good. I had to repair the installation of XP to get it to run again.

Very irritating.

At the VERY LEAST, it's not crashing like Windows ME did. Oh the horrors. The horrors of horrid horror that operating system was. It did, indeed, crash about once a day.

XP crashes maybe... Once a week, if even that.

A marked improvement, but the crashing pisses me off still. I witnessed a new phenomenon that I'll coin "Instant Blue Screen Restart," meaning the Blue Screen Of Death appears for about a half second, then the computer restarts.

If I see that again, I'll put an axe through the monitor.

This is the third night in a row that the area around me has been covered in fog... It's getting a bit strange now.

I took a walk earlier to Shipyard Point, down my street... I stayed down there for a bit, enjoying what little view there was, due to the fog obscuring most of the bay.

As I head back, I could sense something watching me. I didn't change my pace... After a minute, I shined my flashlight behind me. Nothing was there.

Heading inside... I sat down at my computer with the radio still playing - first song I hear is Michael Jackson's "Somebody's Watching Me."

Weird...