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These things happen.
Oct. 18th, 2004 09:21 pmSo they keep saying I "broke" the computer. Note the quotation marks. I think I did no such thing. I've maintained from the beginning that it's a massive piece of crap. The display was tinted all magenta-ish and all the fumbling with the menu didn't do a damn thing to change it. So I pulled out the monitor from the PC with the power still on, shut it down, plugged it back in, started the PC back up and ...nothing. A little whirring, three beeps, and a big fat nothing. This is one of those times I wish I knew something (anything!) about computers besides how to turn them on. First I thought the vid card might have been the problem, but when I pulled off the casing everything there seemed to be okay. I have to call my uncle about this. My brothers are already complaining, but why should I care? All they use the computer for is downloading porn and otherwise procrastinating. I'll call my uncle to take a look at it tomorrow, I suppose. In the meantime, if the bros have any web browsing to do that's school-related (meaning www.spanishpussy.com does NOT count...blinkin' annoying retards) dad's laptop will do.
Stayed up last night until maybe 2:30 working on what should have been a fairly short and painless English paper, even with forgetting about it until the last minute. I woke up at 6:30 and got to school around 8:00 to polish it up and attempt to make the thing flow, but no dice. I'm thinking it's a B paper, and that's if the Professor doesn't take off points for my disjointed citation style. I'm just glad that thing's done, but it makes me realize that I REALLY have to get cracking on my final research paper. If the three page thing gave me so much agony, imagine how the fifteen page paper is going to treat me.
I'm always bitching about schoolwork, aren't I? I think if I didn't have that to focus on I'd realize how damn shitty my life tends to be and start bitching about that. And I'm sure everyone's had enough of that song and dance.
The Yankees are partaking in an extra-inning heartacher again. I still think some people bribed Steinbrenner into getting the Yankees to bring the series back to the Bronx before it all wrapped up.
I'm sitting here with my Wall Chart of Human Anatomy on my bed. Yup. Next lab practical in two weeks. All the bones in the body, basically. I mean, really. It's just...words fail me. This I CANNOT keep off 'til the last minute. I'm good, but not that good. Which probably means I won't start studying hardcore until four days before and I'll break down. Most likely with frequent LJ entries chronicling my descent into pathetic despair.
Feel free to de-friend me. Seriously.
Stayed up last night until maybe 2:30 working on what should have been a fairly short and painless English paper, even with forgetting about it until the last minute. I woke up at 6:30 and got to school around 8:00 to polish it up and attempt to make the thing flow, but no dice. I'm thinking it's a B paper, and that's if the Professor doesn't take off points for my disjointed citation style. I'm just glad that thing's done, but it makes me realize that I REALLY have to get cracking on my final research paper. If the three page thing gave me so much agony, imagine how the fifteen page paper is going to treat me.
I'm always bitching about schoolwork, aren't I? I think if I didn't have that to focus on I'd realize how damn shitty my life tends to be and start bitching about that. And I'm sure everyone's had enough of that song and dance.
The Yankees are partaking in an extra-inning heartacher again. I still think some people bribed Steinbrenner into getting the Yankees to bring the series back to the Bronx before it all wrapped up.
I'm sitting here with my Wall Chart of Human Anatomy on my bed. Yup. Next lab practical in two weeks. All the bones in the body, basically. I mean, really. It's just...words fail me. This I CANNOT keep off 'til the last minute. I'm good, but not that good. Which probably means I won't start studying hardcore until four days before and I'll break down. Most likely with frequent LJ entries chronicling my descent into pathetic despair.
Feel free to de-friend me. Seriously.
