I woke up this morning with a headache.
No, you don’t understand. I woke up this morning with a headache. I wake up with headaches so often that most of them don’t even qualify as headaches - only minor annoyances. But this morning I woke up with a knock-down motherfucker of a headache. After having consumed a bunch of caffeine and what seemed like almost a baker’s dozen of Excedrin the fucking asshole was still there.
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8 days until Reloaded releases. 9 until I get to see it.
2 days until my new cans show up.
6 days until I have to decide permanently what I’m going to do for next semester (or if there’s going to be a next semester.)
God I fucking hate waiting so much.
So I installed Panther this weekend, and as with all things, lately, it’s all fucked up and is making my life hell. God dammit.
Every single release of OS X since 10.2.3 has had a problem substantial enough to at least be extremely annoying, and in some cases desperately critical.
10.2.4: Major USB problems, disabled internal modems.
10.2.5: Killed laptop batteries dead.
10.2.6: Developed a really annoying problem with sound.
10.2.8: The sound problem got better and worse. (Didn’t show up as readily but when it did you had to restart right off, instead of waiting a day or so)
10.3: WEP keys in preferred locations are COMPLETELY BROKEN.
I’ll grant you, this isn’t as serious as, say, the update that killed laptop batteries, but it’s pretty goddamn annoying. It’s seriously like Apple doesn’t even test their own products. If it wasn’t for bullshit like this, I would really enjoy being an OS X user.
I seem to have my father’s disease, I hate making decisions. Because no matter what happens, you end up pissing off a LOT of people, nobody is ever happy, and everybody will end up hating me no matter what I do.
So I guess I might as well do it.
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Just a few seconds ago I was sitting here debating the nature of the universe and whether I should rewrite part of my shitty CS assignment using classes or not, when I realized I was wearing socks.
Not that socks are bad, mind you. In fact, I rather enjoy wearing socks. But the weird part is, I don’t remember putting these socks on.
I know about 45 minutes ago I got up ’cause I couldn’t sleep, put my sweats on, went to the bathroom, came back, sat down, and started surfing the forums. An otherwise typical morning, punctuated only by the odd fact that suddenly I realized I had on these mystery socks, socks that I did not apply and that I did not remember sleeping in.
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I just came from my friend’s place. He lives ‘in the ghetto’, a series of low-rent (for Moscow) apartments that largely rent to college students. It’s kinda dirty, and I wouldn’t want to leave a nice car outside. It’s also dead quiet, and rather peaceful.
I came home to a nice modern high-rent condo complex with permit parking. Apartments here seem to appeal largely to fratboys and rich fuckwits. It’s noisy as hell.
What you’d expect, or not?
Before I left, my dad asked me if I was sure I shoud do this. He said that living with your friends is a sure recipe for disaster, and should be avoided at all costs. You know, 70 years of living apparently affords one a certain measure of wisdom, because he was absolutely right.
Damn it all.
Things I hate basically come in two flavors:
1) integral calculus
2) drama
There’s been way too much of both in my life lately.
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Oddly enough, this whole matter of getting some money has really brought into sharp contrast some of the things I’ve been thinking about this year.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never turned down easy assignments or free money. But, in the words of John Cusack, WHEN IS THIS SHIT GONNA STOP?!?
Seems like every couple of years or so, I manage to jam my dumb ass into someplace that sucks, for a single reason or myriad of reasons, in a single way or a myriad of different ways; it really doesn’t matter. Life gets totally goddamn fucked over, and I have to suffer through it for a while.
Not that I’m not getting rather good at it, but I’m really fucking sick of it.
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Despair, Inc. is going to buy one of my ideas!!! No fucking shit, for real. I’m in a total state of disbelief.
And it happened all because of Lowtax.
Fuck this, I can’t believe it. Begin e-mai;
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So, I just checked the time schedule and found out that my favorite math professor ever is teaching Calculus 2 in the spring. This is very good news, since the chance of me passing this class is unbelievably low.
The bad news is that she’s not teaching it until 3:30 PM. Which really sucks. So I’m going to be at school really, really late next semester. My days will start and end really late. I hate that schedule. Oh well.
