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tenlittlebullets) wrote2003-07-30 10:30 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2003-07-30 10:30 am
aaaaaaaaaarrrrrghhhh
Well. Did I mention the idiot script kiddie who kept turning my screen upside down in Internet? Last Friday or so he thought it would be somehow amusing to put a Trojan horse on one of the camp computers, somehow forgetting that all the camp computers are networked on a LAN. Which would be the reason I haven't been online in nearly a week. And there is much to write...
Okay... chronological order here. The good news: Dara kissed me. The bad news: It was because we're not going to see each other again for a year. The good news: she's coming to the same branch of camp as I am next year, and we're going to try to get a shared room. And that's about it in a nutshell.
Second... can't the Dorney Park idiots make a decent soft pretzel without either putting some disgusting filling in it or slathering it with butter? Some of us do have food allergies. Speaking of which, some ditz's bagel was stuck in the toaster this morning and she was trying to pry it out with a fork that was covered in cream cheese. They never clean the toaster, and that shit will get all over any food anyone puts in it, therefore I can't have my fucking bagels in the morning anymore. I'm going to kill that bitch.
And, the big news: my laptop is dead. Mort. Kaputt. Il ne marche pas. One of my friends, while attempting to make it run faster and fix a bug that was making random programs close as soon as they were opened, decided it would be a good idea to run fsck on hda6 [which, by the way, is where all my files reside] and randomly type yes or no when it asked him what he wanted to do. Even when it said in big capital letters SEVERE DATA LOSS POSSIBLE. *fumes* The long and short of it is that SuSE now goes into kernel panic whenever I try to boot into it and is unable to mount the root filesystem, and Debian, sensing weakness, seems determined to rub in my face the fact that I might be able to fix it if I could get past its impenetrable bitchiness. And I don't have a rescue disk, and I have neither a working phone nor the phone number of tech support. FUCK. I'm not even sure what's wrong with it...
Switched out of the music program. I'd known for a while that one cannot make an instant transition from classical pianist to rock keyboardist, but didn't realise how badly it was affecting me until I realised I couldn't play Für Elise anymore and couldn't even play Greensleeves without five minutes of 'oh my god how does the accompaniment part go?' So fuck the music program and its stupid pop-punk bastards.
Real mature today, aren't I? *mimes writing on a chalkboard* 'I... must... not... call... people... poopyheads....' 'I... must... not... swear... excessively....'
shitpissfuckcuntcocksuckermotherfucker.... fuck the fucking fuckers.
Stupidity should be painful.
One bit of good news: I bowled a strike yesterday. For possibly the first time in my life. <sarcasm> w00t w00t </sarcasm>
Okay... chronological order here. The good news: Dara kissed me. The bad news: It was because we're not going to see each other again for a year. The good news: she's coming to the same branch of camp as I am next year, and we're going to try to get a shared room. And that's about it in a nutshell.
Second... can't the Dorney Park idiots make a decent soft pretzel without either putting some disgusting filling in it or slathering it with butter? Some of us do have food allergies. Speaking of which, some ditz's bagel was stuck in the toaster this morning and she was trying to pry it out with a fork that was covered in cream cheese. They never clean the toaster, and that shit will get all over any food anyone puts in it, therefore I can't have my fucking bagels in the morning anymore. I'm going to kill that bitch.
And, the big news: my laptop is dead. Mort. Kaputt. Il ne marche pas. One of my friends, while attempting to make it run faster and fix a bug that was making random programs close as soon as they were opened, decided it would be a good idea to run fsck on hda6 [which, by the way, is where all my files reside] and randomly type yes or no when it asked him what he wanted to do. Even when it said in big capital letters SEVERE DATA LOSS POSSIBLE. *fumes* The long and short of it is that SuSE now goes into kernel panic whenever I try to boot into it and is unable to mount the root filesystem, and Debian, sensing weakness, seems determined to rub in my face the fact that I might be able to fix it if I could get past its impenetrable bitchiness. And I don't have a rescue disk, and I have neither a working phone nor the phone number of tech support. FUCK. I'm not even sure what's wrong with it...
Switched out of the music program. I'd known for a while that one cannot make an instant transition from classical pianist to rock keyboardist, but didn't realise how badly it was affecting me until I realised I couldn't play Für Elise anymore and couldn't even play Greensleeves without five minutes of 'oh my god how does the accompaniment part go?' So fuck the music program and its stupid pop-punk bastards.
Real mature today, aren't I? *mimes writing on a chalkboard* 'I... must... not... call... people... poopyheads....' 'I... must... not... swear... excessively....'
shitpissfuckcuntcocksuckermotherfucker.... fuck the fucking fuckers.
Stupidity should be painful.
One bit of good news: I bowled a strike yesterday. For possibly the first time in my life. <sarcasm> w00t w00t </sarcasm>