You know what? That whole idea bout not needing to know exactly why I’m here is totally full of shit. I really, really need to know why I’m here and where I’m going, especially since it is VERY, VERY LIKELY at this point that I will have to go back to Twin Falls SOON (as in, probably after this year.) That is, unless my parents change something really really fast. I have a whole list of ideas but as per usual, my dad does everything he can to not make any goddamn decisions, and my mom is reluctant to do anything at all because she’s basically doing everything alone.
God dammit.
Continue reading “Motivation sucks”
and if I wasn’t such a goddamn idiot it would have been back a lot faster. As such, I am a goddamn idiot, so I had to ask Cloak how the fuck to fix it. He promptly proceeded to slap me upside the head with a large trout, and fix it. So now it’s fixed, and should work OK.
While you’re sitting here reading all of these entries, see if you notice a pattern! I’m calling it the “Hate Inclusively” theory: if you hate everyone, all the time, then you’ll always be covered.
Between the horrible things happening at school and the horrible things happening at home, I can’t get shit done, nor can I seem to drag myself out of this constant depression.
At school, I fail test after test, no matter how mentally prepared I am, how well I know the material, or how good I am at the subject. I can’t seem to turn in homework assignments that are coherent, even after putting hours of work into them, and I’m basically a total fucking wreck.
Continue reading “If I could just get myself undepressed, maybe I could get somewhere”
So I figured out the dumbest Mac Trick in the world.
Get a copy of the Wild Eep sound from old Mac OS. (Wild Eep is one of the things I miss the most, along with Quack, which I can’t find.) Put it in ~/Library/Sounds (because you want to use it for other cool stuff, right?
Put an alias of it in Speakable Items folder. Rename the alias to just ‘eep’
Start up Speakable Items.
Hit esc, say ‘Eep’
Laugh
Rinse, repeat
I just know it. I can feel it. Things have been going much too smoothly lately. Laptop fixed, missing clothes arrive intact, calculator shows up on sale cheap, movie I want to see ends up in Pullman and doesn’t suck, homework assignments seem genuinely interesting.
So sometime in the next week or so, something real bad is going to happen. Don’t know what yet, though.
Honestly the only thing left that REALLY annoys me are my idiotic fratboy neighbors that insist on partying all the goddamn time. It’s WAY, WAY noisier here than McConnell, and it’s really starting to fucking get on my nerves. Oh well, couldn’t afford to stay on campus this year, so it’s this or nothing.
On Monday, I took my iBook over to the college bookstore (where I bought it) and showed them the problem. They said that they would send it in to Apple and we’d just see what happened.
On Thursday, I recieved my iBook back, intact and newly repaired by Apple.
Considering the display modifications I made, they most definitely didn’t even have to touch it at all. They really didn’t have to do anything, but they did anyway. This impresses me like no other. (Three day turnaround ain’t nothing to whine about, either.) Any rate, if Apple wanted to secure themselves a solid, satisfied customer, they sure as hell did it.
There’s so much good shit in the Barnyard and so little bandwidth. Doing this whole downloading-remotely shit is like trying to drive through a peephole. Dammit, why can’t I get my own cable back?
Life blows, and then you fucking die.
What happens when you’re horribly depressed, bored, and find that you can add yourself to your own contact list? Comedy, that’s what!
As of today, I don’t have a single fully working (’big problem’-less) computer.
My iBook, the last holdout of computers without problems, died this morning in a fit of insanity. Since I can’t afford to fix it, if I can’t get Apple to fix it I will be Macless again. This sucks. This sucks a lot.
On top of it, add the fact that Intensity’s been acting weird since this summer and Darkfall’s in the process of slowly dying, and that basically means I don’t have a working computer. But unfortunately there are bigger issues here.
Continue reading “God hates me”
The last two days have been pure hell and tomorrow isn’t shaping up to be any better. it’s been pissing down rain in Moscow non-stop since Monday. And to top it all off, I’m sitting here listening to ‘Carmelita’. ‘Johnny Strikes Up The Band’ just finished playing, and I can’t fucking believe Warren Zevon is dead.
Hope’s he’s finally getting some rest.
