Feelin' Hot Hot Hot

Haven't mentioned this before, but we're in the middle of a heat wave. It's been in the triple digits for about a week now--maybe more. Highest was 115, I think? It's insane. I only hope the weather in Pittsburg is better. Of course I'll probably have to contend with humiditiy...maybe.

Leaving tomorrow, bright and early! Confluence starts Friday. I get in about 4 PM tomorrow, and Julie doesn't get in till almost midnight I think, so...oh well. I'll hang out in the lobby, wander around until then I suppose. I'm used to waiting.

It's gonna be fun! Still looking over all the program stuff, and there's so much we want to go to. And all these writerly-types! XOMG!

And Julie tells me there will be...pointies.

I want a pointy.

Bright and early tomorrow, though, my flight's at 6:20 in the mornin'. I'll be awake then anyway, so it doesn't really matter--problem is, I won't be with it enough to drive, plus I don't know how to get to SFO, so one of the 'rents is gonna have to drive me.

Still, it should all work out.

Still haven't heard from Liz...at all. I don't even know where in the country she is. Man. I wanted to at least see her before I went away. Not that I'm gonna be gone long, but still...

Oh well.

Sporadically packing now. All my clothes are in the wash, unfortunately. And of course most of the shizz can't get packed until later (toothbrush, PJs, laptop, certain books, notebooks, etc). I'm gonna try not to extend my tradition of over-packing. If I really wanted to I suppose I could fit everything in my backpack, even. I still need to check the Pittsburg weather, though...

Oh man! This is gonna be fun!

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Oh, on a total sidenote: I was watching a few eps of Lost the other day, and I was thinking to myself--you know, no answer to the Big Question is going to be entirely satisfying. The Big Question being, "Why are they on the Island, what exactly is going on?" Aside from the whole Desmond-crashing-the-plane thing. And I was thinking, "They can't ever really answer that question to the viewer's satisfaction." I mean, part of the greatness of that show is that it keeps you wondering, keeps you asking questions. So give any kind of complete answer to the Big Question would kind of...detract from the show some. Of course, the same is going to happen if viewers end up getting angry at all the questions and mysteries. So I dunno.

Uh...

Not to continue in the drama vein--the last thing I want is for this blog to go all emmooooo like so many LJs out there--but really. This is ridiculous.

Liz is here. As in, back in California. At least that's what her Myspace says (*hate* myspace). But she hasn't told me. She hasn't said a word for two days now.

To top it off--okay, I'm not a Myspace person, so this is just what Liz has told me about politics there. See, you have your Top 8 which is your bestest-best friends, right? And it's displayed on your page for everyone to see. Liz has always said that when you get knocked off of Top 8 it means that person X is seriously pissed at you.

Well, guess what? I'm not up there.

What the hell? All this because I said something really stupid? All I did was voice an opinion, a true fact, and no, she didn't need to hear it at that particular point in time, but I was just being honest. It was stupid of me, yeah. But I don't think I deserve this.

Of course it's just Myspace. If this goes on long enough--the not talking thing--yeah, I'll take the fricking hint. And I know it's not like I've been on the Top 8 thing the whole time. I'm not going to jump to conclusions, that's something I do too often. But I dunno. It's still kinda screwed up that she didn't say a word about coming home. I was worried. I thought she might still be stuck in MN or that she had gotten stranded somewhere.

Whatever. I'm not gonna let some fricking drama ruin what's going to be a great weekend.