listening to: r.e.m. – oddfellows local 151
Computer things: I have decided on a computer. I mean, a new computer to eventually replace this large monster of a Mac. I mean, for after the next Macworld Expo, to ensure I get all the new magical awesome crap that comes out during Macworld. Which is…yes. After Jan 13th, 2007. Err, um. Anyway. Can you say 2GHz MacBook in BLACK?! Yes, I think you can. It’s true, they are a bit more expensive than the iBook was, even for the supposed low-end laptop range. But…you know something? Eh. It seems that the newest MacBook is no slouch in comparison to the MacBook Pro. Which is kind of what I am looking for and what was leading me to want a Powerbook/MacBook Pro before last week. And so I await next January. And the OLDSCHOOL KEYBOARD, OMG. Ahem.
Also, my contact list on Adium is striped purple and black. I really don’t know how this makes me feel.
So…my Dad has been talking about random things that make me fairly uncomfortable, in the last week. Things such as…retirement. And loans. And mortgages. And things that make home-body, lived-in-one-house-for-20-years kids like me bite their nails and maybe tense up a little bit. Seriously, though. He was saying that he could retire by January of next year, and WHY THE HELL SHOULDN’T HE and such things. I mean, he is 62 after all, I suppose. And this is somewhat alarming to me because my Dad is the type of person who really really loves what he does (aside from the teaching of art music to a few occasional bozo-ish college types), and has frequently said that it is something he could never see himself stop doing. And then all of this banking and mortgaging weird talk started happening in addition, and I started to worry. Things like meetings with people, and Realtors CALLING OUR HOUSE to inquire about possible days of house-inspection. And of course, my Ignorance is Bliss philosophy could only work for so long, say until I had to pass on a message that Monday at 10 would work for a Real Estate meeting at the house.
So I passed on the message. And then just told my brain to shut up and asked him. “So…what is this meeting for?” “We’re going to mortgage the house,” HUH? “So we can buy a violin!” Oh.
Another thing about my Dad is he gets really randomly excited about the ideas of certain things before the full deal has been made. Ideas like…I guess…retiring. And…I agree that retiring is great. And that my parents should happily retire and then go live somewhere in Italy. But…when they’re ready. And when my sister and I don’t need things like more schooling (hoooboy, I have a minimum of…4 years left starting next fall) and violins. So…I think I don’t have to worry about this for a few more years. And that…I really don’t have any say in what my parents do, anyway. But being the youngest in the family, I still like to think I do. Woo.
In other things, I think I’m SCREWED. I came back to my apartment to find that I had received some envelope from Innsbrook, with a complete list of people in the camp and their chamber groups, and for whatever reason, I DON’T HAVE ONE. I was not listed. Though they did send me the music to this weird…tango…thing? Needless to say, I am confused and alarmed and somewhat panicking, and there’s really nothing I can do about it until Monday. Except blog. And maybe call Kyra. Bottom line: YEEEE.
Aaah, but blogging made it better.
I’m going to go…do…something. Practice. Call people. Stuff.
But look! I blogged! An actual substantial entry of reason. Or something.