Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

After much thinking, I have decided that I must be a wizard.

Not in the nerdy I wish I was a sci-fi character dungeons and dragons sort of way. In the, shit, this power makes everything around me malfunction sort of way.

(I must qualify this statement with the fact that my mother is probably the only person who will understand the reasoning behind this fact based on a shared (passionate) love of Harry Dresden, wizard extraordinaire. "... just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face." - Dresden, need I say more?)

How do I know this, you may ask? Well, technology hates me. And by hates me I mean HATES me.

At the end of my day I often attempt to find a theme that sums up several key occurrences. Today, everything electronic failed me. I couldn't connect to the wireless at school. I couldn't find the appropriate driver for my digital recorder. (I thought about pulling an office space on my recorder's bitch ass, but then I just bought a new one instead.) The exe file I needed to run my audio software wasn't functioning. My printer jammed. And to top it all off, I have NO cell phone service in a room where I used to have full bars. Fuck. ('Scuse my French Grandma.)

Needless to say, I'm feeling slightly pissy. (That's what they call a redundant statement in journalism FYI.)

Not to mention (the bitching indeed continues, sorry) I have to wake up exceptionally early tomorrow to be at school at 8:30 a.m. to "meet the dean," who, by the way, has some very interesting rumors regarding journalistic ethics swirling around about him.

On the up side, I am now an expert on all things Skokie, Ill. (Note the picture of me eating the bigass sandwich called an "Uncle Lenny" at a place called Kaufman's Bagel and Delicatessen. It was as big as my head and quite tasty. That's what she said.)

On second thought (note strip of empty empty store fronts), maybe that really shouldn't count as an up side. Let's try this again...

ON THE UP SIDE, 1 day, 6 hours and 45 minutes from the time that I write this Ian will be here! EXCITED - I think is the correct descriptor for my state of mind. It also turns out that he is an excellent motivator for me to actually do my homework early (shocker). After receiving a couple more of his ridiculously amazing text messages today, I am more than ready to have myself a little Ian time.

Fun fact about today in the Chicago area, it was NEGATIVE ten degrees with the wind chill. I literally wore long underwear, my running spandex and jeans out the door this morning and I was still cold. Thank bajeesus everyone looks equally Michelin-man-esque in this type of weather. There is currently a blizzard warning out and we all received NU text messages telling us there may be a school closure if the "blowing snow" is especially bad. Another fun fact, NU runs a "Frostbite Express" shuttle during this kind of weather that loops around my part of town. Rockin'.

I probably shouldn't get on it though. My magic might kill the engine or something. Sigh. I guess I have to do things the ol' fashioned way.

Peace, love, sorcery.