June 24, 2002

You were right. Well of course I was right. Why the heck would I be wrong? I’m never wrong. It’s not what I do.

Um, excuse me? Where did he just go? Where did he go? Is my phone line working yet? Because I’m pretty sure you just left. *sigh* Probably means he went to go get something, because it’s more complicated than he thought. You see, the phone line was the culprit that wasn’t allowing us to access the internet. Mom called Ameritech this morning while I was asleep, and they told her it was probably an electric field, that she should unplug everything and take the modem out of the jack, wait five minutes, and re-plug everything back in. Yeah, like that would fix it or something. It obviously did nothing, and I made Mom call them back. I don’t think she understood what the problem was. So they sent a technician out. Mom and Care were just leaving as he pulled up, but she spoke with him briefly. Before I got out there, I think she mentioned we were having trouble with the DSL line, and he proceeded to tell us he was the wrong kind of technician. He said there are two parts to the DSL – the DSL modem side, and the phone line side. Luckily I got out there in time to tell him that no, he was indeed the right person, and the phone line is what is wrong. He re-explained the entire two-sided scenario to me, and I restated the fact that I was almost positive it was the phone line – I mentioned the static.

Mom and Care left, and he went out back to check the phone line, despite the fact he didn’t believe me, I don’t think. Well, sure enough, a few minutes later he knocks on the back door and says, “You were right – the phone line is your problem. I’ll come back when it’s fixed.” Darn straight I was right. Lord, the things we go through.

“It must be nice to know you’re smarter than everyone in the room.” “No, it’s awful!” ~Broadcast News

I can’t wait to get this thing working. I can’t wait to hook up the router too… then I’ll be able to connect to the internet on this puppy. YEAH laptop. YEAH DSL. Wonderful, wonderful.

So I have a lesson in two hours. I’m too afraid to practice right now, though, in case he comes back and comes to the door. I have a history of not hearing people at the door when I’m practicing. *coughgrandmacough* Instead I think I’m just going to think out type. You know… flow… to the computer. Love it. This is me not spilling my Dr. Pepper on the computer. It’s a scorcher! Random-ness.

I’m trying to call Dad to see what he thinks – did the guy fix it and leave? Or did he not fix it and leave? Or is he coming back? These, as I see it, are the only options. I’m hoping it’s the last option, because the modem downstairs is still flashing, which means it ain’t gettin’ through. Pardon my English. Tarnation. What a great word. Meg, it’s a word, even if it’s not a word… you’re right, you’re right. But it’s more in the context of… What in tarnation are you a-doin’ there? Sort of Blazing Saddles-esque.

This, my good friend the laptop, is what Meg would call filler. Can we say filler?

*sigh* “Maybe he’s on a Coke break,” Dad says. May be.

[this is where I’ve edited a whole bunch out where I deemed necessary]

Hi, my name’s Erin. You’re Peter, and I’m crushing on you for no apparent reason other than the fact that you’ve been nicer to me than any guy has been in a long time and you’re new, different, and I can’t see all your faults. KVS meeting needed! HELLO! But I need a female version. I guess up at Hilltop Annex the boys have a meeting every night with Phillip, Tyson, and Peter presiding. They talk about their girl problems, and they give advice. I think it’s hysterical, and Gretchen and I really wanted to hide out in the Annex just to hear the meeting. At any rate, I need one of those right now, but for girls. Furthermore, Peter S liked Saralyn, and Phillip didn’t think Saralyn was very hot at all. He told Peter S that he should at least go for me because I’m hot. (BS? Probably.) I said that was wrong and a half. Gretchen said she’d cry if that happened. I laughed at it… so did Peter S. Can we say messed up?

So basically, in a nut shell, I have major issues YET AGAIN. When really I should just be focused on God and what he wants of me. Focus, Erin, focus on keeping Lakeside alive. Focus on keeping your mouth clean as it was in Lakeside, focus on praying as much as you did in Lakeside, focus on your decision to read at least parts of the Bible, focus on listening, focus on thinking of others.

One word: Pinball.