Mike & I took my computer into Best Buy where, thank the gods, the thing didn't boot up and make me look insane. It's on its way back to Compaq to be examined in detail, including the internal power source, the processor, and the motherboard. It'll probably be a fan issue, you're right. So, I'm computerless for three weeks, and then most likely home the two weeks after that. When I return to campus in June, I have many goals:

-My compendium will be completed.
-I will complete the first half of my novel. I'll be setting up a small filter of willing eyes to give me pointers.
-I will read some light reading. Rac says that the Anita Blake series is interesting, so I'm game.
-I will try the South Beach diet thingy for two weeks. I'd try it now, but as finals are nearly here, there is no way I could go two weeks without my favorite comfort food: bread. Mm. Buttery biscuits. I'm not fat, I just want to slim down a bit for bathing suit season. Also? I've never liked my legs in shorts. Also, maybe I'll lose some of my chest.
-I want to spend more time outdoors, in the sunshine.

Quiet summer on campus. Heather and I will be here, although most likely not in the same apartment. It'll be a nice break-- I enjoy hibernating in the summer. Only this time, I'll be far away from my nutty family. I'll miss the city, though. South Baltimore is so lovely on breezy summer evenings that it almost brings tears to my eyes.

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Weird thing happened in Best Buy yesterday. I'm standing by the washing machines as Mike's on the phone with his father. An employee, a small, squat man, comes up to me.

Him: Are you one?
Me: Uh?
Him: Your necklace.
Me: Oh. Yes.
Him: My ex-wife was one of you. Coven of the Meadow (or something). Are you a solitary?
Me: Yes, at least for the time being.
Him: How would you find groups in the area?
Me: (I give him a link to WitchVox.Com).
Him: You know, ever since she left, weird stuff has been happening at my place. Once, all the lights shut off at the same time!
Me: Sir, that could just be your electricity.
Him: No, it was too weird.
Me: We generally look at the mundane before the magical, though.
Him: What's that mean?
Me: It could have been coincidence. Everyday stuff.
Him: But say it wasn't? Is there any way I can stop it if I feel I'm being cast upon?
Me: (mentally: *facepalm*) Well. You could protect yourself from negative energy or more or less reflect any negativity back at the person.

I gave him a book title that had a fairly innocuous little charm and hightailed it out of there. Weirdness.

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Archery went alright today. I shot a 180 for 36 arrows, averaging one bullseye per 6 arrows. It was a miracle that I only missed two-- it was so breezy that the wind knocked three targets down! It was so frustrating... the arrow would be heading on its merry way towards its customary red zone and then hey- blickety-bam!- the wind would snap it all cockeyed into the black zone. Stupid wind.