journal-09/09/00

09/09/00

I remember last year when I wrote an entry in my journal on 9/9/99... just to say I did.

Something kind of cool happened tonight. My roommate came home from the corner store with 2 scratch tickets. He handed me one and said, "If you win, we'll split the prize." So... he watched as I scratched off the numbers and then he scratched the numbers off of his ticket.

His didn't win anything.

Mine, on the other hand... didn't appear to be a winner either, until I read the bottom line, at which time we both realized that the ticket was worth $200! So... I now have $100 in my pocket. Yay!

A guy who was driving a fancy newer Chevy Impala with probably a V8 engine (it was loud, anyway) took so much pride in keeping me and all the other cars behind him, while he drove in the left lane at speeds varying from 60 to 85mph.

Other cars relented. I just wanted to get home. He slowed down to 60mph in the left lane, and I jumped into the middle lane to go around him-- at which time he immediately sped up to 85 and left me in the dust. He pulled stunts like this several times, and then finally he just moved into the middle lane and as I was driving by him, he was holding up his middle finger and giving me a very dirty look.

I thought, "Shouldn't he be looking at the road?"

Why do people feel the need to be so hostile? It was obvious that he was doing these things on purpose, doing all he could to prevent me from passing him (why would a dinky little car like mine want to pass a big powerful Impala?)... he was just on a power trip for having a nice car. All I wanted was for him to either keep a consistent speed or get out of the left lane to let other cars (whose drivers were quite annoyed by him) pass. Common courtesy (oh yeah, this is Boston-- people don't know what that is). Obviously I'm not out-for-blood behind the wheel of a Saturn. Gimme a break...

I'm getting sick. Maybe it's just allergies. I don't know, but I feel like crap. Can't breathe, sinus pressure, small fever, sore throat, tired, etc.

Time to get some rest, I s'pose.

My parents got a computer-- hooked it up, and they're getting used to the whole email thing. It scares me a bit that they'll be able to read everything on my webpage if they so desire... I don't know.. I'll just deal with it as it happens. But it means lower phone bills, because we won't feel the need to hang on the phone so long every week.

I'm restless. I probably always will be, to some extent.

That's ok. I'm just me...

And that's just fine.