I hate dial-up

I hate dial-up. I really do. I am becoming more and more suicidal just sitting here... in front of the computer... waiting... waiting... I honestly need high-speed internet to survive.

Oh. I had my laptop out at A. Rachel's place yesterday and discovered that, somewhere in the neighborhood where she lives someone has a wireless internet system. I got all excited, and Troy (my cousin) and I were discussing it. Turns out it was password protected. Bummer. Things like that just make me want to become a hacker. But then I think about the smell. I mean, nerdy D & D playing guys have a certain smell, and I imagine that hackers are just way nerdier that a bunch of D & D guys. THerefore--hell, you can probably smell a hacker a mile away. In fact, I could offer my highly developed sense of smell to governments trying to catch hackers.

I told you, I'm going mad. Normal people just don't think thoughts like that.