4th of July
Yesterday I took my computer to the apple store downtown to have them look at it, since I'd been thinking that something wasn't quite right, and Dylan had been convinced that it was completely broken. As it turned out, Dylan was right, and it has something called a "key error" in the hard drive, meaning that the hard drive has to be wiped out and made again. At first, the person at the apple helpdesk was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get my files--pictures, music, papers from school--off of the computer, even, but as it turned out we were able to, which was a big relief. I spent 3 hours at the help desk and didn't even get everything done. I'll probably go back on Wednesday to get it finished up, because its the kind of complicated and permanent computer stuff that I don't trust myself to do.
We went to the zoo today with the Worobs. I took tons of pictures but I doubt that any of them came out well. Being at the zoo brings back lots of good memories of going there when I was little, except that back then the highlight would always be seeing the slow loris, my favorite animal, and now unfortunately the SF zoo doesn't have one. One cool thing that we saw was the tigers eating their lunch. It was really upclose and everything about them was enormous and frighteningly beautiful. They were fed dead white rabbits, and while at first I was fascinated, after maybe ten minutes it got so gory that I decided to move on.
I went to buy fireworks today at the stand down the street. You have to be 18 to buy them, but I didn't realize this when I left the house, so I didn't bring my ID. The woman at the counter let about 5 kids who looked like they were freshmen in highschool buy them, but then when she got to me of course she asked for my ID, saying "Kid, you look like you're WAY under 18." I promptly went home and burst into tears. Now, I don't care if the woman cards me; she has every right and even a responsibility to do that. But she didn't need to add that damn "WAY under 18." That's just so mean. It sucks when you're 20 and even the stupid woman at the firework stand thinks you're 14, and no one seems to take you seriously.
We went to the zoo today with the Worobs. I took tons of pictures but I doubt that any of them came out well. Being at the zoo brings back lots of good memories of going there when I was little, except that back then the highlight would always be seeing the slow loris, my favorite animal, and now unfortunately the SF zoo doesn't have one. One cool thing that we saw was the tigers eating their lunch. It was really upclose and everything about them was enormous and frighteningly beautiful. They were fed dead white rabbits, and while at first I was fascinated, after maybe ten minutes it got so gory that I decided to move on.
I went to buy fireworks today at the stand down the street. You have to be 18 to buy them, but I didn't realize this when I left the house, so I didn't bring my ID. The woman at the counter let about 5 kids who looked like they were freshmen in highschool buy them, but then when she got to me of course she asked for my ID, saying "Kid, you look like you're WAY under 18." I promptly went home and burst into tears. Now, I don't care if the woman cards me; she has every right and even a responsibility to do that. But she didn't need to add that damn "WAY under 18." That's just so mean. It sucks when you're 20 and even the stupid woman at the firework stand thinks you're 14, and no one seems to take you seriously.
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