My Diary

December 25th, 1999 Christmas is finally here. I thought I wouldn't be able to wait any longer. I didn't get much but I love what I got. For one, this new voice-type program. I can say what I want to say and it types it out for me. Of course I thought we'd be much farther along going into the year 2000 but this program is still fascinating. What can I say? I'm a nerd. I also got a power supply for my computer. It plugs into the wall and I plug my computer into it. It takes a little bit of the power that goes through to power my computer and stores it. So if the power goes out my computer won't crash and lose any valuable information. Plus it's safer for the computer. I also got some other stuff but it's clothes and things I don't really care about. I have this great New Years party planned but I don't know if anyone will come. They seem to all have plans already. I might as well throw my own. No one invited me to any. I gave invitations to people I thought were cool and told them to bring some friends. People keep thinking the world will end when the year 2000 finally comes but I dont believe them. Our time system as far as years go is based on the birth of Jesus and, compared with the span of the rest of time, that moment is pretty insignificant. But they all think 2000 is this big important number that we should all get ready for. Sure the Y2K bug might shut down some computers but that's the programmers fault and couldn't possibly trigger the end of the world. But enough about this. I'm off to bed.
December 27th, 1999 I'm bored. I wish I had more friends than the ones on the internet. I can only talk to them for so long before I get tired of staring at this screen. I guess it's all I have though. I'm gonna try to make more friends when I get back to school. We're having our standard Christmas and New Years break. I don't even have my mom around. She's working so much just to support us both I never see her. But I understand that and it's ok. Her and my dad got divorced when I was too young to remember. I don't think I was even a year old yet. My mom's great. She's a lot like me without trying to be. Or I guess I'm a lot like her. She's not one of those pushy parents that tries to force themselves into the kid's life. She's always been in my life and I respect her for letting me make my own decisions. I'm going to get a job as soon as I can though. So she doesn't have to work as much. She works on the army base near our house. She's a secretary or an accountant or something there. I guess I could try to get a job there. I really don't want to get the standard fast food job like everyone else gets. But enough rambling. I have things to clean.
December 29th, 1999 More and more scare about this whole Y2K thing. I was watching the news today. There's been all these religious outbreaks everywhere. The Pope even got on T.V. and led a prayer for the world. Of course I couldn't understand him but I guess it's the thought that counts. Even my mom's freaking out. She's gone to the store and stocked up on enough food and supplies to feed an army. I still don't believe it all though. I think everyone's overreacting and when 2000 finally comes they're just gonna all be underground with a lot of food going "why didn't we blow up?" But that's their problem. No skin off my back. I didn't pay for any of it. It is starting to concern me though. I'm paranoid and I think people are gonna try to come rob us because they figure the world's gonna blow up and they can't be caught. But that's just me. I'm always paranoid.
December 31st, 1999 So here it is. New Years is tonite. I've gotten a few calls from people who said they'd be at the party. I've gotten some other calls with people mocking me but I'm used to that by now. I guess the hard part about trying to make friends is people make fun of you for it. But it's worth it once you actually have a real friend...which so few people seem to be. Not much for me to write today. I'm decorating the house for the party. I even bought a small mirrorball for the living room and some funky lighting. It should be great.
January 2nd, 2000 The party was great. Not many people came but the ones who did had fun. Of course I had fun too. We definately had enough food. The only bad part was two or three hours after midnight we had an earthquake. Not a real heavy one for around here but it definately shook the house. Then we saw this bright light so I imagine the earthquake made something explode. I guess that's what I get for living in California. I'm stilll tired from that party. I stayed up all night and til 3 or 4 the next afternoon. Right now it's about 3 a.m. and I just woke up. I have a really bad headache and I have no idea what from. I don't drink so it's not a hangover. Oh well. I'll just hope it goes away.
January 4th, 2000 I'm really worried about my mother. She had to go into work the night of the party and I haven't seen her since. I know how to feed myself and everything but I'm still concerned. All I get is a busy signal if I try to call. My mother being gone is only the beginning of my problems. All the power went out besides my computer, thanks to that lovely power supply. I feel incredibly sick. It's a general, all over feeling and nothing I can really place. The best way I can describe it is I feel like I'm rotting. I guess if I don't write in the next few days it means I can't. Or worse yet I'll be dead.
January 6th, 2000 I was kind of joking but I guess I was right. I am rotting. I woke up today and all my skin was burning. I had to sit in a bathtub of ice cold water for 2 hours just to make it to where I wasn't crying. My headache is a lot worse now. I'm starting to burn again just standing here. I can't put any clothes on because it hurts too much. I'm afraid to go to sleep because I'm afraid I won't wake up.