Chapter 2: I Seek You

Well, after getting home, I just had one more thing to do: check my mail. I descended the stairs to the basement (which is where the computer is, if you're wondering), and saw . . . .Corran on the computer.

"Damnit, Corran! Why the hell are you always on the computer?!" I exclaimed. Of course, he doesn't even listen to me. God, even my brothers don't listen to me. "Just get off by eleven," I finish.

"Fine," he ends with. He then returned to his strenuous work of clicking the mouse and blowing heads off xenomorphical aliens. I suppose I should tell you about my brother. He's a little younger than myself, is also pretty immature all things considering, and has been really annoying in too many respects! Honestly, if there's something I want to do, he'll end up doing it just before I do, be it wrestling on the Nintendo, watching something ELSE on TV, but of all of them, that computer has got to be the worst

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Finally, one hour later, Corran has left the basement! I can finally work on my privates . . . . . .UH, privates, of course, meaning my e-mail, horoscopes and such (yes . . . . that will do. . . . . . . ). Aaaanyway, I got on the computer, logged on, whistled/hummed/sang along with the familiar modem "song", typed the password, stopped the starting page from loading, and quickly switched ownership of the ICQ to me, "Rogue1" (Star Wars. Ya know.)

For those of you who aren't familiar with this internet capability, it simply means you have a list of people you know, and if any of them are online the same time you are, you know/can send them messages. So, I quickly ran through my list, see if anyone was online. Hey! Someone is! My cousin Samantha, AKA "Frogger" was in the area. Now, she sometimes ends up with my OTHER brother online, so never really starts with a proper greeting, but anyway, she sends me a message, the computer goes, "uh-oh", and I see:

Hello?
-(uh oh)-
Hey Sam, what's new?
-(uh oh)-
Oh, hey Ern. Well, I saw "Big Daddy" tonight. I thought it was pretty funny.
-(uh. . well, you get the idea)-
Yeah, nice to see Adam Sandler in a NON-stupid movie

(Basically we went on for a while about "Big Daddy" and other stuff which I won't go into. Let's just say that it's now one hour later.) -(uh oh)- I don't know. I thought it was still pretty stupid. Anyway, what have you done lately?

A whole crapload less than you, I'll wager. Let's see:
First, I went to work in that DAMN shop (it really wasn't as fun as I hoped), then I did nothing for a really long time, "den I's hanged outs wits sum friends."
Ya know, the "locker people". Okay, the "original locker people".

Right. THOSE people. "Anyone I know"?

Well, seeing as you really don't know these people. . . . . ah hell.
Let's see. There was. . . .Craig, Tony, Robyn, Meg (see, you don't know these people), Jody. . .yeah, that's 'bout it.

No, nonono, you're wrong. I do know. . . someone.

"Oh yeah. Right, rightrightright. Already told you about . . . her."
My bad.

Right.
So, how's that whole situation going?

"Now, you're sure this is a secure channel, right?"

Lol. Yes. I've clipped on all my bug-detectors, cloaked the phone-line, and closed the door. Now hurry up! Speak! I'll tell you a story if you tell me one.

Uh. . .I don't really have a story "per-se", you first.
I'll have something later, I promise you.

(chicken). Very well. So you know Jeff, that guy I've been telling you about, he recently got into the habit of always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. One day he said the ABSOLUTE WORST thing ever, and I almost flipped out at him completely! But, at least he's aware of his mistakes. Now THAT was funny!

"Oh, you're absolutely evil!"

Hee hee hee. Now you tell one.

(I'll just explain this. I have a theory that guys only have one single person they will ever talk to about. . .THESE things. Anyway, I was considering whether or not to share my "stories" with my cousin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . oh hell, why not?)

Okay, okay. So basically, I can't really say anything, seeing as there is nothing to speak of. As far as I know, it's going along the "I think she might like me and I sure as hell like her" tracks. Oh yeah, and the dreams. . . .

Ya know, I really wish that sometimes you'd write a little more so I could write a little less. Anyhoo, I guess there is a "story" that. . . .kinda relates. Basically during lunch I made an ass of myself and offended her SO badly that she wouldn't even speak to me. This, in turn bugged me the rest of the day. I tried to talk to her after school, but she left really fast.

Oh, that's no good. You better do something about that, or this whole potential-relationship-thing is dead for you.

Hold on, hold on. It gets better. So now I'm stuck with what I'm going to tell her next time I see her. Ya know, I'm running every possible situation through my brain, deciding what needs to be done. Anyway, that night, I see her on ICQ. I say hello, she's still mad at me. I then have to explain everything, tell her how I was sorry etc. etc. etc.. Anyway, it was accepted and I felt really, really good about myself.

Hooray! Happy ending!

Yeah, I thought it was a good step.

Trust me, it was.
"There may be hope for you yet, my padawan apprentice,"

Whatever, Yoda. Well, seeing as I have work tomorrow and must wake up at seven, I'll say good night and good bye.

Yeah, me too.

Later!

Sweet dreams!
(user has gone offline)

So, yeah. I turned off the computer, killed the lights, and went to bed. You'd probably find a lot of my personal time would be spent talking to whomever on ICQ (by the way, ICQ stands for what you see at the top of this chapter). It's a big part of my life. So there you go. You've now met my Albertian cousin Samantha. If you haven't started liking her yet I'll kick your ass personally. Oh well, whadayagonnado?

Yes, so ever since I've got ICQ, I've kept touches with a lot of my friends, like Jason (you'll learn more about him later), Tony (well, actually, he lost internet a while ago, but he's still on my list), Sam, Robyn, Jody, and various . . . others. Well, tomorrow's another day, and . . . oh, you want to know whom I like? Yeah, right. You aren't Sam, and I'm too tired. Oh, I'm sure you can figure it out eventually.

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Chapter 2: "I Seek You"