August 23rd, 2006

cranky hermione

Sleeping it off is not an option...

I'm still really irritated about all that has happened to me in the past 24 hours. This mood has brought to my attention several other things that I simply cannot abide for much longer, so I'm - in all probability, going to go on a rampage soon and it ain't gonna be pretty.

Last night I was driving home and I got caught in a thunderstorm. I mean midwest hurricane thunderstorm. Debris was flying, I couldn't see out my window, the wind was rocking my car, etc. It was terrifying. So I'm off at the side of the road waiting for things to calm down a bit and a piece of white debris comes sailing at my car, hits the front grill and my left headlight goes out. There's no breakage, just a firm whack and out goes the light. The hi-beam still works... but that was really not a way to get me to feel happy about anything. I think I'm going to go out there and kick it until whatever filament gets back in place and the damn thing turns on.

I got a spider bite right on my chest awhile ago. I killed the spider. I crushed it on my body which was gross, but now I have another spider bite on my face and I'm seriously two centimetres away from killing anything small that moves, omg.

Our internet cable has been breaking for months. The little bit on the ethernet cord that holds it into the port just fell off a few minutes ago. As if it didn't already disconnect every time you breathed, it's now doing it even more. They are cheap cords, and I've decided we're getting a replacement because this is, and has been, bullshit.

It's been a long time since I've had an external mouse. A couple of months by my count, and now I'm afraid my touchpad on my laptop is beginning to go haywire. It's acting broken and it's really freaking me out. Pressure on the outside of the touchpad (i.e. resting your hands on the laptop) makes it go wonky. What makes it worse is that I'm pretty sure I didn't do it, but I don't want to blame anyone. I am aggravated though because I know for a fact that a few of my friends slam on the touchpad, and I wince every time they do because that part isn't coming out of the computer so whatever happens to it is stuck there. Granted, the computer is three years old, it's bound to get a little hairbrained as time goes on, plus it's a freaking Gateway. Still, it freaks me out that my touchpad is freaking out this much, because it is acting like it's damaged and there's nothing I can do about that.

In a little bit, I'm going to go take a shower, pack up my shit, and go to a coffee house to do some school work and some relaxing. I might go to Target and pick up some school supplies (which seriously, always make me feel better because I am a total dork) and a new ethernet cord.

Also, I think I want an ocelot. Someone want to buy me one?

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Alien Survivor: Round Eight

I hate to see them go, because I love Invasion so much. Nevertheless, all I gotta say is ... no one really liked Florida anyway. They decided to let the aliens have their hurricane haven, and then let the Air Force blow them into oblivion. Sad.

Poll #804507 Alien Survivor: Round 8

Get off my planet, h0r!

Virtually indestructible, black, acid-dripping aliens from the Alien series.
Mangalores, The Fifth Element
The Goa'uld, c/o Stargate SG-1

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boo whore

There is no refuge...

The universe is conspiring against me.

I've been really irritable all morning for perfectly legitimate reasons. I decided that the best course of action would be to get out of the house, go to Bob's Java Hut, get some tea, some pita, and some homework done. I get myself all set up, and everything is starting to generate the desired result when a hippie couple on their second date, sits down directly across from me and starts making out in between telling one another about their oh-so-tragic "my grandparents were alcoholics" pasts. Bitches, please. My mother was an alcoholic. I didn't have the luxury of the "once removed" bad eggs. Shut up, and take your exhibitionism elsewhere. Free love is over. They charge money to see shit like that now, and I don't appreciate the free showing. Out of my sanctuary, plzkthxdie. Is there a mood icon for appalled?

They leave after an hour... and then my mother calls for a re-visitation of all discussions financial, and wants me to give her my password to my online bank account information. She couldn't understand why I refused to recite it multiple times in a public space... Christ.

I don't think being productive is even going to make me feel better about today.

Even Tom Cruise getting screwed over won't cheer me. The hell, man?

ETA 17.37.33 or 5:37 p.m.: OMFG. THEY'RE BACK. MR. & MS. SNOGGIN' VON PUBLIK! NOOOOOOOOOOO! *weeps*

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