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Update to stak awake?
Jan. 23rd, 2008 01:33 pmSo my day didn’t start off all that kitty-fantastic. If you want to be technical, it started at 00 hours, with me trying to prop my eyelids up in order to finish rereading my anthropology chapters to prep for my first test. On the plus side of retrospect, I shouldn’t have panicked all that much, as it was multiple-choice. However, on the negative, I now know that I completely fucked over a few of the principles of Max Weber and a few others. Blargh.
But that’s getting ahead of myself.
The star of my morning came at a little before 8 am. Mom was driving, late. Jeff was napping, sick. I was in the back seat, cramming all the more and fading toward Jeff’s choice of passing the time. Mom pulled into the left lane to pass a semitrailer that was merging into the right lane. Still a little bit of space in the right lane, but rapidly narrowing to the path of the semi’s wheels, right?
About halfway up the length of the trailer, some airhead in a blue Yaris tries passing Mom. On the right. In between Mom and the oncoming trailer.
Cue said airhead bitch suddenly realizing that those eighteen wheels are heading her way, add the reactionary swerve away (read: toward Mom’s Camry), and finish with Mom having to take us suddenly off the road and onto the shoulder to avoid getting our afts slammed.
Stupid bitch then takes the left lane, passes us, and tucks in front of the semi. She nearly fucking ran us off the goddamn road.
And the frosting? As we passed the Yaris again, the damn thing’s left front bumper was already crumpled like yesterday’s recycling. Nice evidence of skill, there.
Am I sounding too harsh? Sorry, but I’m not going to apologise for it. I’m not in the mood, and neither was my mom. If you nearly run me off the road for any reason, I’m going to fucking bite your head off first, and be calm and rational once my stress is out in the air… if ever.
So there’s my morning vent.
Haven’t vented or updated in a few weeks, here. Part of it is being occupied with my new triad of work/school/other, and the other part is the majority of people that seem to keep up to date with me via LJ are the people that I talk to on a daily basis, more or less. I’m not all that exciting.
Wanna know what I did on the weekend? Wait for it… I reorganized my room!
No, really.
It reinforced my previous idea that really, not only am I a pack rat, I’m a dragon. I hoard. About 99% of what I own in that house is located in my bedroom, within my four walls, three bookshelves, a desk, a closet, and under the bed. The rest is probably somewhere in the bathroom or hall closet… maybe the garage. Everything else is tucked into the chaos that is more a den than a room. I think this is a habit I picked up when I was living in residence… somewhere between being shy and being paranoid. If there’s any effect on my family for it, it’s that they tend to close the door if they leave my room, while I’m in it.
And then knock and enter without waiting for a response. It’s a compromise that annoys me greatly.
State of the update, then.
My electronic harem is back up to four. Eyvy is back and fixed, and I shelled out forty bucks to be told that I merely didn’t push the wireless card in all the way. Embarassment taken, I now have Eyvy, Vrai, ProtoWulf, and Atkinson in my room’s walls, and my dad has picked up his own little laptop for PowerPoint and the like. No name yet. Add that to the laptop of Jeff’s and the computer downstairs… we have seven computers. seven. And I own more than half.
Work is dandy. I expect to be paid next week, I hope. Aside from the massive knot in my back that seems to be showing up, I like it. A lot. I just need to get used to the middle-aged women’s gossip that has become my coffee break staple fare. It still feels awkward, like I’m the kid dressing up to walk around the office with the adults.
School is the same. See above for test commentary in anthro. Computer Programming, though, is boring me to sleep and trying to channel a particularly tech-inclined character doesn’t really help. It just makes me want to sleep more.
My father’s cousin died last week… in a car accident on a foggy day, on his way to his second cancer treatment. Life’s odd like that.
More later, when I have more energy to type both notes and entries simultaneously.
But that’s getting ahead of myself.
The star of my morning came at a little before 8 am. Mom was driving, late. Jeff was napping, sick. I was in the back seat, cramming all the more and fading toward Jeff’s choice of passing the time. Mom pulled into the left lane to pass a semitrailer that was merging into the right lane. Still a little bit of space in the right lane, but rapidly narrowing to the path of the semi’s wheels, right?
About halfway up the length of the trailer, some airhead in a blue Yaris tries passing Mom. On the right. In between Mom and the oncoming trailer.
Cue said airhead bitch suddenly realizing that those eighteen wheels are heading her way, add the reactionary swerve away (read: toward Mom’s Camry), and finish with Mom having to take us suddenly off the road and onto the shoulder to avoid getting our afts slammed.
Stupid bitch then takes the left lane, passes us, and tucks in front of the semi. She nearly fucking ran us off the goddamn road.
And the frosting? As we passed the Yaris again, the damn thing’s left front bumper was already crumpled like yesterday’s recycling. Nice evidence of skill, there.
Am I sounding too harsh? Sorry, but I’m not going to apologise for it. I’m not in the mood, and neither was my mom. If you nearly run me off the road for any reason, I’m going to fucking bite your head off first, and be calm and rational once my stress is out in the air… if ever.
So there’s my morning vent.
Haven’t vented or updated in a few weeks, here. Part of it is being occupied with my new triad of work/school/other, and the other part is the majority of people that seem to keep up to date with me via LJ are the people that I talk to on a daily basis, more or less. I’m not all that exciting.
Wanna know what I did on the weekend? Wait for it… I reorganized my room!
No, really.
It reinforced my previous idea that really, not only am I a pack rat, I’m a dragon. I hoard. About 99% of what I own in that house is located in my bedroom, within my four walls, three bookshelves, a desk, a closet, and under the bed. The rest is probably somewhere in the bathroom or hall closet… maybe the garage. Everything else is tucked into the chaos that is more a den than a room. I think this is a habit I picked up when I was living in residence… somewhere between being shy and being paranoid. If there’s any effect on my family for it, it’s that they tend to close the door if they leave my room, while I’m in it.
And then knock and enter without waiting for a response. It’s a compromise that annoys me greatly.
State of the update, then.
My electronic harem is back up to four. Eyvy is back and fixed, and I shelled out forty bucks to be told that I merely didn’t push the wireless card in all the way. Embarassment taken, I now have Eyvy, Vrai, ProtoWulf, and Atkinson in my room’s walls, and my dad has picked up his own little laptop for PowerPoint and the like. No name yet. Add that to the laptop of Jeff’s and the computer downstairs… we have seven computers. seven. And I own more than half.
Work is dandy. I expect to be paid next week, I hope. Aside from the massive knot in my back that seems to be showing up, I like it. A lot. I just need to get used to the middle-aged women’s gossip that has become my coffee break staple fare. It still feels awkward, like I’m the kid dressing up to walk around the office with the adults.
School is the same. See above for test commentary in anthro. Computer Programming, though, is boring me to sleep and trying to channel a particularly tech-inclined character doesn’t really help. It just makes me want to sleep more.
My father’s cousin died last week… in a car accident on a foggy day, on his way to his second cancer treatment. Life’s odd like that.
More later, when I have more energy to type both notes and entries simultaneously.
