11-30-02 - 6:40 p.m.

It was Thanksgiving on Thursday, for anyone who doesn't know. Michael and I came home for it, and the Hyatts came over, which was nice.

I went to see Treasure Planet with my family at the IMAX theater on Friday. I thought it would only be so-so, but it was good. It was about believing in people, which is what I like to do, so I liked it.

I have come to the realization that my mind is now on pause. It has been like this for a few weeks. I'm putting off working on anything interesting until the summer, since I'll be done with school then.

We interrupt this entry to report that Windows is absurd. My brother is helping me install his network card on my laptop so I can move some of my files onto the desktop computer, which has a CD burner. My computer is running out of space again because it is old and small. So we installed the card from a disk, and it went through this big long process of trying to copy files that it didn't need to because I already had more recent versions on my computer. Then after all that we realized that the card wasn't pushed in all the way. So we fixed that, and then Windows found it. And now Michael's complaining because the keys on my keyboard aren't in the right place. Okay, he stopped. So then Windows started the whole installation process over again because it didn't remember that it had just installed it. I don't know much about comparative operating systems, but Michael was appalled.

And now back to our previous rant. I'm finding that everything I really want to do is too involved for me to do during the schoolyear. So it'll all have to wait till school is done. That includes my website. I'll be able to do a little during Christmas vacation, of course, but in summer everything will take off. Then I will have graduated. I'll be free!

I never thought of myself as a free-spirited wanderer because I've always been content to stay in the same place for ages. But now I see that I am. It's just that my wandering is mental rather than geographical. My mind is compelled to roam, and school is a prison. I now can identify with those people in all those stories who are straining to get away from the farm or the factory and see the world and make something of themselves. You know, like Luke Skywalker. Jim in Treasure Planet was kind of like that, too. I never thought I'd understand that kind of person, but now I do.