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that I am not back. I am simply posting a journal because I am bored and totally not putting off going to bed. Now, it has come to my attention, probably due to SOMEONE bringing it to my attention that I haven't posted a journal since I was 15. And, reading it over, I was rather full of myself it seems. Well then. Time to fix that. So today, there's a new journal that isn't about me. This journal is dedicated to toast. Here are some qualities of toast: It's bread It's hot bread It's awesome And thus concludes the section of this journal dedicated to toast. In case there's anyone left who actually reads this thing, they're probably pas

Hey, what's up folks. Sure, probably two people will read this, but it still barely satisfies the use of the plural noun. That being said, I'm doing two things in this journal. First, a tag-ish thing. Post and I'll... a) Tell you why I befriended you b) Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, a mental image, etc. c) Tell you something I like about you d) Tell you a memory I have of you e) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you f) In return, you must post this in your journal Of course, if you simply want to just post about the second half without my responding to it with the above crud, just say so. Anywa

So, about two days ago, I eagerly set up Ubuntu on my desktop computer, eager to experience Linux in a more in-depth way than a little class I took once. However, despite my specifically telling the setup program to install on G:, my gigantic 140 GB Hard Drive with just about nothing on it, it instead decides to install on C:, my small 40 GB drive with all of my childhood memories, stories and other one-of-a-kind files. Not only did it install on C:, but it decided to completely REMOVE everything else on C:, thus destroying all of that crud I had made. Granted, it's just text, but it's text that I'll never get back from my childhood. Worst of