A detachable WHAT?!?!?

So I went to Target yesterday . . . alone . . . and so I was just chillin', wanderin' around . . . and I sort of gravitate eventually towards sporting gear, always, because I miss my 전에 life, and I almost bought a street hockey stick and ball, just to play with (I have a football, a skateboard, a soccer ball, and a softball and glove, all "just to play with" and all gathering dust in my room), but I didn't, because . . . well, I probably will next time. But then I get into camping stuff, and I'm looking at all the little Swiss army knives, and reliving my memories of tiny pocket knives (back when $17.99 was a fortune and I lost my knife and my little brother felt so bad for me he spent his life savings of aforesaid fortune to buy me a new one), and I see one that---no kidding!---has a detachable 128MB USB jumpdrive. No freakin way. (Yes freakin way! You can go to Target.com and see a 64MB one, and it says "web only" but it's a filthy lie.) But there was no price listed at the store; not on the little hanger-stick where they were and not in their scan-the-barcode database, and I'm antisocial so I didn't feel like asking an employee so I still don't know how much they cost, but that's so crazy I think I'm going to have to get one anyway. (The website says $59.99, but that's a 64MB drive, so . . . anyway, I think it's probably about the equivalent of the 옛날 $17.99)

Well. Other than that I really don't have very much for ya . . . today's Sarah's 24th birthday . . . I think that makes her feel like her biological clock is ticking and she needs to hurry up and get married and have children. Also, she won't be eating with us today because Kelli, in her infinite consideration, has commandeered a pretty-sick-with-the-communal-cold, biologically-ticking, too-nice-for-her-own-good, Happy-Birthday Sarah to help her get her car fixed at lunch time. I forgot to tell Dane. I hope he's not upset that he's not hearing it directly from Sarah. I've been cutting back on my texting so much that I haven't been telling anyone anything. I haven't even texted Angela since she left, which I feel really really bad about because she texts me and she's used to getting prompt responses and I haven't been replying at all.

I hate how people can be reasonably intelligent, decent-seeming, polite, clean human beings and still be utterly unlikable. How does that work? Is it just inexplicable complications of diverse personality interactions? Some unalterable brainwiring that dictates that some people just will not get along, and others will not be able to help but be close? Strange . . . once, when I was a freshman, my friend Kim was depressed because "all the boys" liked Emily (my sister) and Meagan (a friend of hers). I was following her around to make sure she was okay, and we hit a point where we started asking "all the boys" what makes guys attracted to certain girls. Nobody knew. The best they could come up with was, "Because they're . . . nice . . . ?" They weren't, really, especially. So the most honest they could come up with was, "Nobody really knows. We just are." Sh-bam. That's all there is, then. "We just are."