...are, as usual, greatly exaggerated.

I've pretty much dropped off the face of the 'net as of late because I no longer have my own computer. My laptop, which I have had since early 2001, finally gave up the ghost. While everything inside the computer works, everything else finally threw a fit and died. I saved most everything of importance (IOW, my writing), but my giant art/music collection remains trapped inside it (also, so is any access to my scanner... ;_.

I'm down to using my boyfriend's and the school's, both of which are not easy nor make much sense. However, at the mome, it's the only option I have, and mostly I've just been using it to check my email/webcomics. (Speaking of, mine is still in the works, but considering this setback, new art/any actual pages will probably not show up until June or July.)

My mother has promised to buy me a new one (a very sexy new one) when our fiscal stimulus checks come in, but that's probably not until June. So until then, I shall continue to be mostly invisible, because being on the computer just upsets me now. Microsoft Word runs far, far too slow for my purposes, and I only have one album saved on here, which I am getting rather bored of (it's not angsty enough).

Also, I am trying to adjust to having my boyfriend stay as a tenant in our upstairs bedroom. It's a really weird situation, yeah, but we have a HUGE house- four people, but three levels, six bedrooms, seven beds, three kitchens... He moved out of his house in the second week of April, and when I told my parental units about it, they spazzed, but after a while they decided he could stay here because A) they like him (he is clean, polite, a hard worker (more like a workaholic if you ask me, but that's just fine as long as my parental units like it), and he gets along well with my dad, who has been experiencing severe testosterone withdrawal because he doesn't have many male friends) and B) we could really use the extra cash. His rent isn't much, but still.

It means that I get to spend a lot more time with him, which is nice since he'll be going to college in the fall and I'll get to see him twice a month if I'm lucky, but, like I said, IT'S WEIRD. Weird to think about and to explain to other people. His close friends and the few of my friends who I've told have understood, but I'm loathe to tell it to the rest of my friends. Most of them just wouldn't get it (like my best friend Rachel, who has recently become uber-Catholic and would not understand that just because he lives in my house now doesn't mean we're suddenly doing things we weren't before).

So, yeah, I'm around, just not doing much.