I concede. I need to buy a computer. This is not pleasing in the least, allow me to tell you. After all, computers are complicated machinery. There is RAM and bts and other strange abbreviations and denomers that I cannot even begin to understand.

I miss the days of old technology, that good old stuff that lasts forever. Take the TV in my room. It is older than I am, by an entire year. Sure, sometimes it makes weird noises, and when there isn't a soundtrack playing in the background it supplements with its own irritating buzz, but it still works. Unlike my computer. Which died after a year.

I smell like punch, which makes me think of jungle juice, which makes me feel like I smell like a party. hmm. Speaking of which, I am very jazzed for the month of May, which sounds like it will be one loooong party with all of my similarly jobless friends.

Speaking of which. . .I'm supposed to be looking for a job at the moment. Au revoir, back to the job search.