scribbles ii...

wash yo...

...mouth out with soap.

I ate a piece of soap by accident just now.

Ergh.

scribbles i...

hollow shells...

The tech around me dies. Computer died, and was brought back to life, but only just barely. Now my extra hard disk is in a bloody coma. The data is there, but it doesn't register. On screen, it shows as an internal hard disk with exactly 0 capacity.

Anybody out there with a desktop who can help? Please? I have a lot of data inside that I just simply do not want to lose.

On another note, it has become apparent that a particular tutor is as offensive as you can get without being sued, I would assume, seeing as how he's a licensed lawyer and other crap. It's gonna be a bloody long semester, even longer if I can't get the hard disk working again.

ex-obese-fatty...

The thing I hate more than being an ex-obese-fatty-McFatterson are stretch marks. The problem with spontaneous shrinking over a three month time span by a clean third is that your skin doesn't shrink along with it.

I also hate that I'm too lazy to cook and go out to eat but too hungry not to.

And I hate that at least one of my lecturers is now a confirmed nut job. At least the two obscenely over-enthusiastic ones are funny. In a sense.

I also hate Friday lectures, especially in concurrence with empty Thursdays and the lectures being only the two morning hours I could spend NOT waking up, or at least working for dough to pay for indulgences I should not have taken but have succumbed to anyway.

I also hate that I miss Magic-king sessions more often than I should.

I hate that my room is cold and heaters are an excessive way of solving the problem.

first blood...

This semester will either be very interesting or a bleeding anus. Three quarters of my lecturers are insane, and the only one who isn't is some sort of over-enthusiastic weirdo. Wait. Make that two over-enthusiastic weirdos.

Heat and Mass Transfer lecturer is an over-enthusiastic balding guy with mutton chops and a drawling thick Chinese accent.

Material and Energy Balances lecturer told us to ignore our timetables and just go for classes at the random time they decided to schedule for us which leads into a fabulous clash of stuff.

Business Law lecturer is into taking liberties with students and student properties in illustrating points, which is very refreshing and at the same time disturbing, since he's a silver haired old man bouncing around in a manner best reserved for children and retards.

Introductory Marketing lecturer is a snooty middle aged fat guy, and his cohort is a bull dyke bent on offending every possible stereotype there is, as well as proving to be some sort of nut job.

Also, tutor for Business Law has a self-stated purpose of making us "bleed blood". Like, noooooo....

I'll probably drop out and pick up knitting.

ashes to ashes...

Got a reinstallation CD from the international corporation today in an attempt to revive a brain-dead machine. Doesn't work. Maybe now they'll send a surgeon to fix it.

Hardware failure is always more tragic than the death of the soft innards. I hope things get fixed before next week. I simply don't have the time or resources to get a replacement for now.

Damnation to hardware failures. Gargh.